With Red Roses, at Christmas
O years, I charge you, be as a flower,
As a rose to the friends I love:
Red with life, and sweet with the power
That comes from the sun above!
Petals that perish one by one,
Falling away like these,
Are the red years ripening to the sun
In the yard of the centuries:
As they fall, as they fall, so may they fall
That tenderly, like to these,
They shall fade but to sweeten some soul withal
From the rose-bowl of memories!
As a rose to the friends I love:
Red with life, and sweet with the power
That comes from the sun above!
Petals that perish one by one,
Falling away like these,
Are the red years ripening to the sun
In the yard of the centuries:
As they fall, as they fall, so may they fall
That tenderly, like to these,
They shall fade but to sweeten some soul withal
From the rose-bowl of memories!
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.