Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AT TWILIGHT, by PEYTON VAN RENSSELAER



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AT TWILIGHT, by                    
First Line: The roses of yester-year
Last Line: And one that I love is dead.
Subject(s): Dusk


THE roses of yesteryear
Were all of them white and red:
It fills my heart with silent fear
To find all their beauty fled.

The roses of white are sere,
All faded the roses of red;
And one who loves me is not here,
And one that I love is dead.





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