58. "The Little Rose is Dust, My Dear" by Grace Hazard Conkling. Monroe, Harriet, ed. 1917. The New Poetry: An Anthology

Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

58. “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.