Crowned by Amy Lowell Lyrics

You came to me bearing bright roses,
         Red like the wine of your heart;
You twisted them into a garland
         To set me aside from the mart.
Red roses to crown me your lover,
         And I walked aureoled and apart.

Enslaved and encircled, I bore it,
         Proud token of my gift to you.
The petals waned paler, and shriveled,
         And dropped; and the thorns started through.
Bitter thorns to proclaim me your lover,
         A diadem woven with rue.