Poems (Jackson)/Eve

For works with similar titles, see Eve.

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EVE.
IN 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.

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