Poems (Terry, 1861)/"Che sara sara"

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"CHE SARA SARA."
She walked in the garden And a rose hung on a tree,Red as heart's blood, Fair to see."Ah, kind south-wind, Bend it to me!"But the wind laughed softly, And blew to the sea.
High on the branches, Far above her head,Like a king's cup Round, and red."I am comely," The maiden said,"I have gold like shore-sand, I wish I were dead!
"Blushes and rubies Are not like a rose, ​Through its deep heart Love-life flows.Ah, what splendors Can give me repose!What is all the world worth? I cannot reach my rose."
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