The First Easter.
So crushed that I thought it dead;
I laid to my cheek its wanness sweet;
I loved it for its lost red.
But the rose's heart said to my heart,
"I thought me dead on the pavement there,
__Hannah Rea Woodman.
Poems by Hannah Rea Woodman
(Poughkeepsie, N.Y.: A. V. Haight & Company. 1909)