A ROSE once pressed against thy lips, Then gayly flung to me, Is all the gift I treasure up In memory of thee; It bringeth back that golden time, Too beautiful to last, The glad and love-lit past, Therese, The glad and love-lit past! Then comes the memory of the change Which fell upon thy heart, As falls the frost upon the rose When summer suns depart; And now returns that weary time With doubts and glooms o'ercast, The sad and mournful past, Therese, The sad and mournful past! Young flowers, fair, quickly fading flowers, Love's meetest emblems they, For naught in life so fitly marks Its swift and sure decay; O type of that frail, passing faith So fondly set apart To wither in its early dew, And die upon my heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JAIN BIRD HOSPITAL IN DELHI by WILLIAM MEREDITH THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |