Poems (Bibesco)/XXVII

by Elizabeth Bibesco

XXVII

  No mortal ever knows
How to surrender to a rose;
  But simply says: "Suppose
This flower should teach me how to die,
Where would I find Eternity?"

  God in His wrath arose
And let his thunder peal the word: "Suppose!
  Do not defile the rose.
Petal-light is the weight of My power;
And man in the dust shall kneel to a flower."