The Soul Of A Century/Reflection
REFLECTION
Within my heart all seems so dead
That words cannot portray,
And when I roam about my heart
A tombstone bars my way.
All about me so desolate . . .
One rose in bloom . . . one bud . . .
Yet this one is so beautiful
As if grown from human blood.
And while it grows, its petals spread
Their stirring blood-red stain,
This rose, my love of humankind . .
Demanding blood again.
I often tried to kill this bloom
All efforts were in vain,
Its roots remained beneath the ground;
Through the night it grew again.
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This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was legally published within the United States (or the United Nations Headquarters in New York subject to Section 7 of the United States Headquarters Agreement) between 1929 and 1977 (inclusive) without a copyright notice. The longest-living author of this work died in 1987, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 36 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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