Annotations LIFE was a rose, a rose to me Through which the lucid blood flowed free, Through which the sunlight slanted : The inner circle was a flower enchanted, And that some enemy Has rifled from the core ; I smell my rose no more ; The zest of the intricacy is gone. And the wide leaves flower on. Book traversal links for Life was a rose, a rose to me ‹ His ship has touched the land: what curses Up As the young phoenix, duteous to his sire ›
