O ye red-blushing summer roses, ye Who are like queens, crowned with a rich perfume, In whose deep heart there is no shade of gloom, Who are a pasture for the honey-bee; Surely your days and nights pass happily: And when the earth, your mother, doth resume Your little lives, do ye not think the tomb Is full of soft leaves and looks pleasantly? So be it with me: through life so may I deem That this world's course is ordered well, and give My help to others and my loving heed. Then when the day comes that it is decreed I am to die, may I not cease to live, But rest awhile waiting the morning beam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN BOOKER T. WASHINGTON by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BALLADE OF BLUE CHINA by ANDREW LANG SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 2 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |