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Burnt are the petals of life as a rose fallen and crumbled to dust.
Blackened the heart of the past is, ashes that must
Forever be sifted, more precious than sunbeams that open the budding to-morrow.
Once was a passion completed,—too perfect, the Gods have not broken to borrow—
Blackened the heart of the past is, ashes that must
Forever be sifted. O, loving to-morrow
The rose of the past is, Life—Eternity’s dust.
-Elsie Pumpelly Cabot
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