Posted by Clare on September 04, 1997 at 21:38:03:
I was never really a Diana watcher, but somehow this poem seems suitable for rememberance:
As in a Rose-Jar
As in a rose-jar, filled with petals sweet
Blown long ago in some old garden-place,
Mayhap, where you and I a little space
Drank deep of love and knew that love was fleet.
Of leaves once gathered from a lost retreat
By one who never will again retrace
Her silent footsteps--one whose gentle face
Was fairer than the roses at her feet.
So, deep within the vase of memory,
I keep my dust of roses fresh and dear,
As in the days before I knew the smart
Of time and death. Nor aught can take from me
The haunting fragrance that still lingers here,
As in a rose-jar, so within my heart.
I got this at the Poets Corner website recommended by Cheryl. See link below
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