| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | Roses in the Subway | | By Dana Burnet |
| | | A WAN-CHEEKED girl with faded eyes | |
| Came stumbling down the crowded car, | |
| Clutching her burden to her breast | |
| As though she held a star. | |
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| Roses, I swear it! Red and sweet | 5 |
| And struggling from her pinched white hands, | |
| Roses … like captured hostages | |
| From far and fairy lands! | |
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| The thunder of the rushing train | |
| Was like a hush … The flower scent | 10 |
| Breathed faintly on the stale, whirled air | |
| Like some dim sacrament— | |
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| I saw a garden stretching out | |
| And morning on it like a crown— | |
| And o’er a bed of crimson bloom | 15 |
| My mother … stooping down. | | | | |
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