THE ROSE
Never again, Dearest, oh never more!
Not in the spring-time's swift enchanted reign,
Shall hope to hope, shall love to love implore,
Never again!
Not in the spring-time's swift enchanted reign,
Shall hope to hope, shall love to love implore,
Never again!
Not in the summer—nor when autumn's wane
Blows the dry leaves along earth's windy floor,
Nor in the winter: that strange joy and pain
Blows the dry leaves along earth's windy floor,
Nor in the winter: that strange joy and pain
No seasons' circle ever can restore.
The roses of to-day no tears shall stain,—
They 're thornless! You shall see the rose you wore
Never again!
The roses of to-day no tears shall stain,—
They 're thornless! You shall see the rose you wore
Never again!