The Ring of Amethyst

Chapter 29: A ROSE.

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A collection of lyric poems that moves between intimate reflections on love, longing, and domestic feeling and wider meditations on faith, doubt, memory, and artistic purpose. Short, varied pieces contrast joy and pain, sometimes adopting persona or dedicatory addresses and sometimes using nature and classical imagery to frame emotional states. The overall tone balances tender sincerity with contemplative restraint, turning commonplace moments and moral concerns into compact, image-driven meditations on the inner life.

A ROSE.

Last night a little rose of love was laid

Softly in this poor hand, by one who knew

Not what most gracious breeze from heaven blew

The blossom in his path; but since, he said,

All loveliest things he summoned to his aid

To win me,—let the fragrant flower that grew

Surely in Paradise to help him woo

And gain his wish,—be mine; then half afraid,

Here on my breast I laid it, where it glows

With such rich sudden beauty, that my eyes,

Quickened by some new instinct, recognize

What is indeed my own; for the fair rose,—

The rose of love bewilderingly sweet—

From my own heart had fallen at his feet!