An Anthology of Australian Verse/Superstites Rosae

​Richard
Rowe

SUPERSTITES ROSÆ

The grass is green upon her grave,
 The west wind whispers low;
“The corn is changed, came forth, come forth,
 Ere all the blossoms go!”

In vain. Her laughing eyes are sealed,
 And cold her sunny brow;
Last year she smiled upan the flowers—
 They smile above her now!

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