Poems (Hardy)/Song: When you come

by Irenè Hardy

SONG

WHEN YOU COME

I WHISPER to the roses in my room
They 'd best be sweetest now, and bloom
Out full, if they would bloom to be
All any roses can to me;
Mere roses I shall never see
   When you come.

Then I command them not to bloom
In foolish waste to fill my room
With beauty now. Dare they be
Aught that any roses might to me
Unless their beauty you may see
   When you come?

Love, though they wait, or though they bloom
There yet shall live in my dim room
One rose of loveliest hope to me;
Its perfect flowering time shall be
The moment I your face shall see,
   When you come.