O gather me the rose, the rose,
While yet in flower we find it,
For summer smiles, but summer goes,
And winter waits behind it.
For with the dream foregone, foregone,
The deed foreborn forever,
The worm Regret will canker on,
And time will turn him never.
So were it well to love, my love,
And cheat of any laughter
The fate beneath us, and above,
The dark before and after.
The myrtle and the rose, the rose,
The sunshine and the swallow,
The dream that comes, the wish that goes
The memories that follow!
So were it well to love, my love, And cheat of any laughter The fate beneath us, and above, The dark before and after. beautiful poem beautiful 10++++++++++++
This poem really grabs my heart and makes me want to cry. It reeks of death and passing.
' For summer smiles, but summer goes and winter waits behind it'.........Lovely line!
Gorgeous piece of writing.......
Oh, how we wish we could write like this man! ! ! ! His verses flow off the tongue but sink deep into the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
'Enjoy the moment - For in just a nano-second, It is but a memory.'