['When last we gathered roses in the garden I found my wits, but truly you lost yours.' The Broken Heart.] July and June brought flowers and love To you, but I would none thereof, Whose heart kept all through summer time A flower of frost and winter rime. Yours was true wisdom-was it not?- Even love; but I had clean forgot, Till seasons of the falling leaf, All loves, but one that turned to grief. At length at touch of autumn tide, When roses fell, and summer died, All in a dawning deep with dew, Love flew to me-love fled from you. The roses drooped their weary heads, I spoke among the garden beds; You would not hear, you could not know, Summer and love seemed long ago, As far, as faint, as dim a dream, As to the dead this world may seem. Ah sweet, in winter's miseries, Perchance you may remember this, How wisdom was not justified In summer time or autumn-tide, Though for this once below the sun, Wisdom and love were made at one; But love was bitter-bought enough, And wisdom light of wing as love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: 45. ON MY FIRST SON by BEN JONSON LINCOLN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE WASTE PLACES by JAMES STEPHENS LOCKSLEY HALL SIXTY YEARS AFTER by ALFRED TENNYSON AS THE TEAM'S HEAD BRASS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE SORROW OF LOVE (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS BLESSING THE LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON |