Poems (Jackson)/Eve

For works with similar titles, see Eve.

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EVE.
IN millions of pieces
 The beautiful rings
And the scattered petals
 Of the rose so red,
The sun, like a lover
 Who is weary, flings
On the lonely earth
 When the day is dead.

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