Soft on the sunset sky
Bright daylight closes,
Leaving, when light doth die,
Pale hues that mingling lie,-
Ashes of roses.
When love's warm sun is set,
Love's brightness closes;
Eyes with hot tears are wet,
In hearts there linger yet
Ashes of roses.
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Ashes of roses... what a remnant these ashes leave.. Ashes of roses, to kiss your face, and gentle leave. Beautiful. Thank you.