Grace Hazard Conkling. "The Little Rose Is Dust, My Dear". Harriet Monroe, ed. Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912-22

Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22.

“The Little Rose Is Dust, My Dear”

By Grace Hazard Conkling


THE LITTLE rose is dust, my dear;
The elfin wind is gone
That sang a song of silver words
And cooled our hearts with dawn.

And what is left to hope, my dear,	5
Or what is left to say?
The rose, the little wind and you
Have gone so far away.