Classic Poem

What do the roses say, love, my love,
Glad as the morning and fair as the South?
Bend to me fondly the rose-red leaves
Of your rose-red mouth!

What do the roses say, sweet, my sweet,
Light as the zephyrs and bright as the dawn?
Summer is beckoning, youth is fleet,
Let love love on!

What do the roses say, dear, my dear,
Pale and dewy and blood-red all?
Stay me with kisses, the night is anear,
And the rose leaves fall!

What do the roses say, heart, my heart,
Proud, impatient, and tossed with doubt?
Bloom and beauty from life may part,
But life lengthens out!