When The Balmy Roses Cease To Bloom Poem by Nero CaroZiv

When the balmy roses cease to bloom
And the shy violets by the mossy rock are done
When the honey bees in buzz under the forest gloom
Have passed beyond the sinking sun
I will be there no more
In the world that has shut on me its door


A childhood winter night; sleep well; who put the candle light out
A jealous zephyr at dusk wooing its image in my window glass - no doubt
In the cold air street lights flickered with last ebbing spark
Soon the whole kingdom of the night be enfolded in dark
Although nothing can bring back the joy and the graciousness of those days
Yet still the memories taunt and haunt me; torture as if it was yesterday


No celestial soul wandered outside; the angels of the night
Labored diligently; save the stars they distinguished every spot bright
The petals of the sleepy daisy were already close
The fig tree wore a gayer gray scarf, widely in the meadow it did show
Dear memories of childhood days; dear enchanter
Why conjure up to my view dreams of youth; to mock and to banter


Those were the days when flocks of birds came back
At first few, a bird or two followed by throngs on trees and track
Those were the days of late February when skies put on
The old sophistries of early June folding the cold to be gone
Oh what a fraud that could not cheat the bee
Yet the graciousness of those days was plundered by a vile hand from me
 

Calm evening was nearing; I the shutter drew
A swift movement on the tree boughs; an owl flew
The old stone structure on the hill its secrets from me did keep
By its stone fence a placid lily from the day heat did sleep
Who would forgive those wild wandering cries
Confusions; ecstasy and rapture of wasted youth under young canopy skies

 
Roaming breezes with their brooms sweep vale, hill, dale and tree clear
The fairy Queen in the meadow gloom hang a dew peril on a daisy ear
Oh let me have one more look at my childhood hills
The Tyron with vile hand the air with vicious atrocity fills
Who would forget the glorious summer sunrise after chilly dawn
And the deep twilight on the green lawn 


Days of happy youth are now shaded
By the twilight and hardship of too short childhood years
The flowers that I saw in my youth are now faded
Washed and bathed through sorrow's tears
And it is a thing of fear and withdrawal for me to glance
Back on the gloom of past years; shadowy revenge and guilt advance


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