Words For Lange's Poem by George Sterling
Words For Lange's
How many flowers are gently met
Within my garden fair!
The daffodil, the violet,
And lilies dear are there.
They fade and pass, the fleeting flowers,
And brief their little light;
They hold not Love's diviner hours,
Nor Sorrow's human night.
Tho' one by one their blooms depart,
No change thy lover knows,
For mine the fragrance of thy heart,
O thou my perfect rose!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/6/2024 1:09:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
