Values - Edith Nesbit

Did you deceive me? Did I trust
A heart of fire to a heart of dust?
What matter? Since once the world was fair,
And you gave me the rose of the world to wear.

That was the time to live for! Flowers,
Sunshine and starshine and magic hours,
Summer about me, Heaven above,
And all seemed immortal, even Love.

Well, the mortal rose of your love was worth
The pains of death and the pains of birth;
And the thorns may be sharper than death--who knows? -
That crowd round the stem of a deathless rose.

Values
Magic
The Riddle
The Young Churchwarden
A Cry
I Shall Not Care
The Kiss
The Ghost
But One
The Duet
Take, O Take Those Lips Away
The Desolate City
The Garden of Love
The Lost Heart