The day is opening like a rose,
Petal on petal backward curled,
Till all its beauty burns and glows,
And all its fragrance is unfurled.
The day is dying like a rose,
Soft leaf on leaf dropped down the sky
To gulfs of beauty where repose
The souls of exquisite things that die.
"The Rose of Day" as it appears in Ella Higginson's The Voice of April-Land and Other Poems (1903).
"The Rose of Day" as it appears in Ella Higginson's Four-Leaf Clover (1901).
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