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If I Had Been a Rose

by Nora Hopper Chesson

0.5168 + 0.4013i

Drawing the boundary…

Wild Swans

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

0.5188 + 0.4160i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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If I Had Been a Rose

by Nora Hopper Chesson

If I had been a rose 
And not a woman, would your feet have stayed 
A moment in their passing, and in shade 
That meeting boughs of lime and lilac made 
Would you have stood, and softly touched my flower, 
Making me redder, and breathed in my dower 
Of sweetness? Would you gather me, I wonder. 
Or pass without a word, and leave me under 
My shading leaves to watch my bloom grow dry? 
Ah, would you be unkind, and pass me by 
If I had been a rose? 

If I had been a rose, 
You had been kinder than to leave me there. 
Spilling my sweetness out, half in despair, 
And half because remembering is so rare. 
'Tis easy withering roses, even in June! 
Too rough a wind-touch, or too bright a noon. 
The red leaves drop and show the gold heart under 
Past dream or daring, past desire or wonder. 
Ah, yet be gentle though no rose am I! 
My tears are in my heart — my heart were dry, 
If I had been a rose. 

Wild Swans

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
And what did I see I had not seen before?
Only a question less or a question more;
Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying.
Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,
House without air, I leave you and lock your door.
Wild swans, come over the town, come over
The town again, trailing your legs and crying!

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