Richard Rowe


Superstites Rosae - Poem by Richard Rowe

The grass is green upon her grave,
   The west wind whispers low;
"The corn is changed, come forth, come forth,
   Ere all the blossoms go!"

In vain. Her laughing eyes are sealed,
   And cold her sunny brow;
Last year she smiled upon the flowers --
   They smile above her now!


Comments about Superstites Rosae by Richard Rowe

  • Rookie Victoria Dame (10/7/2008 7:00:00 AM)

    I love the old feel of your beautiful poem (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: smile, green, wind, change, flower



Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



[Hata Bildir]