Posted on 1 January, 2021 by thebestnchic Dooryard Roses by Sara Teasdale I have come the selfsame path To the selfsame door, Years have left the roses there Burning as before While I watch them in the wind Quick the hot tears start, Strange so frail a flame outlasts Fire in the heart. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestWhatsApp Related Post navigationPrevious post: DebtorNext post: Dusk In Autumn