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...MODULATIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHER NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS DOMESDAY BOOK: BARRETT BAYS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |