Poems (Tynan)/Roses
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ROSES
The moon hid her face to-night, Veiled her in roses, Rose-leaves in brilliant flight From the sun's closes.
Rose of a million leaves, How she is scattered! Like to earth's rose that grieves, Dewless, unwatered.
Over the leaf-green sky Rose-leaves are drifting; Now the wind heaps them high, Now is a sifting.
There in the midmost flare Dian, capricious, Draws the rose o'er her hair, Scented, delicious.
There from the rosiest heaps Dian discloses Dimly her eyes and lips, Smiling through roses.