Classic Poem

She walked in the garden
And a rose hung on a tree,
Red as heart's blood,
Fair to see.
" Ah, kind south-wind,
Bend it to me! "
But the wind laughed softly,
And blew to the sea

High on the branches,
Far above her head,
Like a king's cup
Round, and red
" I am comely, "
The maiden said,
" I have gold like shore-sand,
I wish I were dead!

" Blushes and rubies
Are not like a rose,
Through its deep heart
Love-life flows
Ah, what splendors
Can give me repose!
What is all the world worth?
I cannot reach my rose. "