ROSES AND RUE

By Bernard Moore

You gave me roses, you have given me Rue.

Yet to the Roses memoried fragrance clings,

And in their faded petals I renew

The first fresh grace of unforgotten things.

God give you Roses all along the way.

So will I wear contentedly the Rue;

And when I greet you with a smile, I pray

Shade of my sorrow never fall on you.