O, gather me the rose, the rose, While yet in flower we find it, For summer smiles, but summer goes, And winter waits behind it! For with the dream foregone, foregone, The deed forborne for ever, The worm, regret, will canker on, And Time will turn him never. So well it were to love, my love, And cheat of any laughter The fate beneath us and above, The dark before and after. The myrtle and the rose, the rose, The sunshine and the swallow, The dream that comes, the wish that goes, The memories that follow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 57. TRUE WOMAN, HER LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MAHOGANY TREE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY NAMELESS PAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A FINE DAY ON LOUGH SWILLY by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1824-1911) |