I WIN the summer back again At touch of this dead rose. -- O lavish joy! O tender pain! The very June wind blows, And thrills me with the old refrain Whose music my heart knows: I win the summer back again At touch of this dead rose. Ah, lost is all the summer's gain, And lost my heart's repose; And was it tears or was it rain That wept the season's close? The winter suns they coldly wane; White fall the winter snows: But Love and Summer come again At touch of this dead rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF DR. SWIFT by JONATHAN SWIFT FRENCH REVOLUTION; AS IT APPEARED TO ENTHUSIASTS AT ITS COMMENCEMENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH STAGE SETTING KANSAS by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON THE BATTLE OF QUEENSTOWN by WILLIAM BANKER JR. THE MUSIC O' THE DEAD by WILLIAM BARNES |