WHEN roseleaves fall in evenings cold To mingle with their mother mold, Look to it lest thy heart be set To seek strange blossoms and forget Thy roses and their sway of old. Run not to lesser blooms! nor fold Unto thy heart the creed those hold Who stand like Stoics by and let Their roseleaves fall! But gather them as precious gold; Rich-spiced, high-placed and orient-bowled, They shall be Summer to thee yet. What though they fade and thou regret, Thou canst make theirs a boon untold When roseleaves fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CARGO MOVING TO GAZA (1988) by MARVIN BELL THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON KEATS TO FANNY BRAWNE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DEDICATION TO THE LATER SONNETS TO URANIA by GEORGE SANTAYANA |