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...SPOT SIX DIFFERENCES by MARVIN BELL I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH WORDS IN A CERTAIN APPROPRIATE MODE by HAYDEN CARRUTH FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |