I WIN the summer back again At touch of this dead rose. -- O lavish joy! O tender pain! The very June wind blows, And thrills me with the old refrain Whose music my heart knows: I win the summer back again At touch of this dead rose. Ah, lost is all the summer's gain, And lost my heart's repose; And was it tears or was it rain That wept the season's close? The winter suns they coldly wane; White fall the winter snows: But Love and Summer come again At touch of this dead rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT PIECE (2) by EDITH SITWELL THE DADDY STRAIN by KAREN SWENSON A CHRISTMAS HYMN (OLD STYLE: 1837) by ALFRED DOMETT WERE I BUT HIS OWN WIFE by ELLEN MARY PATRICK DOWNING FRED ENGLEHARDT'S BABY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS EHEU, FUGACES! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FINDING CYNTHIA IN PAIN, AND CRYING; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES |