Dooryard Roses

by Sara Teasedale
I have come the selfsame path
   To the selfsame door,
Years have left the roses there
   Burning as before.
While I watch them in the wind
   Quick the hot tears start—
Strange so frail a flame outlasts
   Fire in the heart.


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