A Rose That Died

We present this work in honor of the poet’s 150th birthday.

07-01-22 Moutran
Khalil Mutran
1872 – 1949


O questing birds, what seek you in your wanderings?
They made answere:
We are the hopes of youth; and here our beloved
lived and suffered.
She was the rose in our garden, reigning
justly with the submission of all therein.
Yet all too soon we saw her fall from her throne,
then disappear.
And so you see us ever searching for some trace of her,
Or flocking where once she was wont to be.

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