Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | June 21, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Nameless Pain

by Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 – 1907).

Nameless Pain

In my nostrils the summer wind
Blows the exquisite scent of the rose:
O for the golden, golden wind,
Breaking the buds as it goes!
Breaking the buds and bending the grass,                5
And spilling the scent of the rose.
O wind of the summer morn,
Tearing the petals in twain,
Wafting the fragrant soul
Of the rose through valley and plain,                      10
I would you could tear my heart to-day
And scatter its nameless pain!


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