The speckled rose is rarest, by my guess, Dappled darks best freshen what is bright, Heaps of praise heave higher by the less, Granting palled palates foretaste of delight. 5 So you gloss your glory with your faults As each shadow lends an excellence to light Supreme above low dimnesses traversed Till every ray adorns a peak at height. Without a breaking edge what is the dawn? 10 A downy nothing, yet not the night, An in-between half-darkness, all unknown; Only faultlines trace what's definite. So I see, in what you most would hide, No blot of shame but starts a mark of pride.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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