ASHES OF ROSES.
A fair blue sea, where mirrored lie
The gold brown rock in sunshine resting,
The changeful glory of the sky,
The white-winged gull his swift way breasting,—
A world of light and song and bloom,
Where earth is glad and heaven rejoices,
And, floating through my quiet room,
A laughing chime of baby voices.
The gold brown rock in sunshine resting,
The changeful glory of the sky,
The white-winged gull his swift way breasting,—
A world of light and song and bloom,
Where earth is glad and heaven rejoices,
And, floating through my quiet room,
A laughing chime of baby voices.
Half way across the seaward slope
With tall green grasses bending over,
Two sweet eyes bright with love and hope
Laugh up at me amid the clover;
With flutter of a little gown
Whose flying fold the wind upraises,
Her pretty head of golden brown
My darling lifts amid the daisies.
With tall green grasses bending over,
Two sweet eyes bright with love and hope
Laugh up at me amid the clover;
With flutter of a little gown
Whose flying fold the wind upraises,
Her pretty head of golden brown
My darling lifts amid the daisies.
Part of the shining day she seems,
But more divine than all its splendor,
But more divine than all its splendor,
