A Rose on the Beach
Upon the beach I found a lonely rose,
So perfect and unblemished in repose,
Its petals wet with dew from yesternight.
Forgotten in a moment of delight?
Or thrown away in anger and despair?
What agonizing lover tossed it there?
Or briefly did this lovely rose change hands,
Before being cast, rejected, on the sands?
Who threw it here upon the sandy slope?
What fervent prayer, what frantic, burning hope
Died here between the sunset and the dawn,
Alive last night, and now forever gone?
So soon the waves will wash this rose away,
With all the hopes abandoned yesterday,
And some poor heart, remembering, now grieves
That every rose has thorns beneath its leaves.