Poems (Chandler)/Roses
For works with similar titles, see Roses.
AROLD, on a summer day, Gave me roses for my hair,—Roses red, and roses white, As if pale with Love's despair.
ROSES.
AROLD, on a summer day, Gave me roses for my hair,—Roses red, and roses white, As if pale with Love's despair.White ones for my brow, he said, Red to blush beside my cheek,—And a bud to whisper me Something that he dared not speak.
Ah, that summer day is fled, And its brightness comes not back: Harold's roses something held Other roses seem to lack.
Blossoms bloom along my path Red and white as those were then,—But the words that Harold spoke I shall never hear again.
