Poems (Hardy)/Song: When you come

by Irenè Hardy

SONG

WHEN YOU COME

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

Then I command them not to bloomIn foolish waste to fill my roomWith beauty now. Dare they beAught that any roses might to meUnless their beauty you may see   When you come?

Love, though they wait, or though they bloomThere yet shall live in my dim roomOne rose of loveliest hope to me;Its perfect flowering time shall beThe moment I your face shall see,   When you come.