The Thorn

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Title:     The Thorn
Author: William Dean Howells [More Titles by Howells]

"Every Rose, you sang, has its Thorn,
But this has none, I know."
She clasped my rival's Rose
Over her breast of snow.

I bowed to hide my pain,
With a man's unskilful art;
I moved my lips, and could not say
The Thorn was in my heart!

[The end]
William Dean Howells's poem: Thorn

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