Roses
BLOW, roses, blow
Your pink and snow,
Your gold and red,
Ere June hath fled.
Your pink and snow,
Your gold and red,
Ere June hath fled.
Your time is brief
For bud and leaf ;
But in your hour
Of perfect flower,
For bud and leaf ;
But in your hour
Of perfect flower,
Who doth not wait
Upon your state ;
Who doth not own
That you alone
Upon your state ;
Who doth not own
That you alone
Hold Beauty’s dower
From flower to flower,
And reign alone
On Beauty’s throne ?
From flower to flower,
And reign alone
On Beauty’s throne ?
What though your stay
Be but a day,
Your bloom and breath
Survive your death,
Be but a day,
Your bloom and breath
Survive your death,
Haunt all the year,
So sweet, so dear
You made the day
Of your brief stay.
So sweet, so dear
You made the day
Of your brief stay.
So, seeming dead,
Some brief lives shed
After their close
Sweets like the rose.
Some brief lives shed
After their close
Sweets like the rose.
Nora Perry.