the rose enthroned.
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At last a morning comes, of sunshine still,
When not a dewdrop trembles on the grass,
When all winds sleep, and every pool and rill
Is like a burnished glass
When not a dewdrop trembles on the grass,
When all winds sleep, and every pool and rill
Is like a burnished glass
Where a long looked-for guest might lean to gaze;
When Day on Earth rests royally,—a crown
Of molten glory, flashing diamond rays,
From heaven let lightly down.
When Day on Earth rests royally,—a crown
Of molten glory, flashing diamond rays,
From heaven let lightly down.
In golden silence, breathless, all things stand;
What answer waits this questioning repose?
A sudden gush of light and odors bland,
And, lo,—the Rose! the Rose!
What answer waits this questioning repose?
A sudden gush of light and odors bland,
And, lo,—the Rose! the Rose!
The birds break into canticles around;
The winds lift Jubilate to the skies;
For, twin-born with the rose on Eden-ground,
Love blooms in human eyes.
The winds lift Jubilate to the skies;
For, twin-born with the rose on Eden-ground,
Love blooms in human eyes.
Life's marvellous queen-flower blossoms only so,
In dust of low ideals rooted fast.
Ever the Beautiful is moulded slow
From truth in errors past.
In dust of low ideals rooted fast.
Ever the Beautiful is moulded slow
From truth in errors past.
