first rose rose-tree Budded, bloomed, shattered, sad days Nothing matt — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Renascence Poems

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The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have been Very pretty.

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