THE leaves are fading and falling, The winds are rough and wild, The birds have ceased their calling, But let me tell you, my child, Though day by day, as it closes, Doth darker and colder grow, The roots of the bright red roses Will keep alive in the snow. And when the winter is over, The boughs will get new leaves, The quail come back to the clover, And the swallow back to the eaves. The robin will wear on his bosom A vest that is bright and new, And the lovliest way-side blossom Will shine with the sun and dew. The leaves to-day are whirling, The brooks are all dry and dumb, But let me tell you, my darling, The spring will be sure to come. There must be rough, cold weather, And winds and rains so wild; Not all good things together Come to us here, my child. So, when some dear joy loses Its beauteous summer glow, Think how the roots of the roses Are kept alive in the snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY OF APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS OF MY DEAR SON [GERVASE BEAUMONT] by JOHN BEAUMONT METRICAL FEET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE FALL OF RICHMOND [APRIL, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 68 by OMAR KHAYYAM IN EMULATION OF MR. COWLEYS POEM CALL'D THE MOTTO by MARY ASTELL |