The Broken Wing/The Time of Roses

​The Time of Roses

Love, it is the time of roses!In bright fields and garden closesHow they burgeon and unfold!How they sweep o'er tombs and towersIn voluptuous crimson showersAnd untrammelled tides of gold!
How they lure wild bees to captureAll the rich mellifluous raptureOf their magical perfume,And to passing winds surrenderAnd their frail and dazzling splendourRivalling your turban-plume!
How they cleave the air adorningThe high rivers of the morning ​In a blithe, bejewelled fleet!How they deck the moonlit grassesIn thick rainbow tinted massesLike a fair queen's bridal sheet!
Hide me in a shrine of roses,Drown me in a wine of rosesDrawn from every fragrant grove!Bind me on a pyre of roses,Burn me in a fire of roses,Crown me with the rose of Love!
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