Poems (Jackson)/Eve
For works with similar titles, see Eve.
EVE.
N millions of pieces The beautiful ringsAnd the scattered petals Of the rose so red,The sun, like a lover Who is weary, flingsOn the lonely earth When the day is dead.
N millions of pieces The beautiful ringsAnd the scattered petals Of the rose so red,The sun, like a lover Who is weary, flingsOn the lonely earth When the day is dead.