Poems (Prescott)/Love and Roses
LOVE AND ROSES
The roses climbed the garden wall, And blushed in sweet profusion; From blooming boughs the birds let fall A musical confusion. The twilights there were fine and sweet, And fair the summer weather,And she who made my world complete Sweeter than all together.
The evening star shone overhead; The grass with dew-drops glistened; One scarce had heard the words we said Who jealously had listened: Love's language is not writ, I wot, Only in tender speeches; By many a smile or glance 'tis taught, That through the ages reaches!
The roses now have lost their leaves, Though thorny tendrils climb there; The dew-drenched grass is bound in sheaves And early falls the rime there; No echo of a bird I hear Through the deserted closes: Faded and dead within the year Lie Love and the June roses.