Rosetime, rosetime, rosetime in gardens, Pink cascades of beauty flowing down the wall, Red drops of heart's blood spilt among the grasses, Fabled Gold of Ophir raining over all. Rosetime, rosetime, rosetime by moonlight, Still pools of whiteness where pale blooms mass; Through the silvered hush faint stir of music, Sound of spent petals falling to the grass. Roses, roses, roses of poesie, Sweetbriar and wild rose, musk and eglantine -- Mary's rose for memory, white and red blossoms Fastened to the swordknots of England's battle line. Roses, roses, roses for lovers, Fresh buds of maidenhood scarce yet abloom, Rosalind, Rosamund, short-loved Rosaline, Scattering through the book of love a faint perfume. Rosetime, rosetime, rosetime in memory! Seasons change, airs chill, and quick flowers fade; Only in the heart that dreams of the springtime Roses bloom eternally, Death's hand is stayed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN THE GENERAL PUBLIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GODWIN JAMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |