Saturday, December 1, 2007

Dews on the Roses

Sunbeams on the roses playing,
Making jewels of the dew;
Morning zephyrs softly saying,
Roses everywhere for you.

Tears are on the lovely roses,
These are mine for thoughts of you,
And the sunshine but discloses
Beauty dearer for the dew.

Bend over me, O dearest heart of mine,
Little love of the rosebud lips;
Let your eyes with love divine
Light my way as my life’s sun dips.

If I awake I want but this, that I
Can feel you near when I unclose my eyes,
To keep your kiss upon my lips for aye—
Tis is for me a perfect paradise.

January 11,1916

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