ROSE RONDELS.

Otago Witness, Issue 2808, 8 January 1908, Page 70

ROSE RONDELS.

i. When roses blow, and; all the world is gay, , Dreaming, I lie where the new grasses grow, And watch the tall green pine trees away and sway — W inert fos^s. T>low_ ~ ~ And! such, the days, so quicfc they, come cacl go, While all too soorf the- scenteck leaves betray A love for winds -that call them, tor and fro, And passion for. tne autumn, looming greyBut, O, I watch, the white graves- row on row, - » To feel the spentr leaves touching me away— When roses blow; -~ 11. Roses for you. my love ! Hoses- o* dreamThat blossom in my garden of Desire; And this ia golden summer, -with fire on fir» O' coloured garden stars to gleam and gleam. The world is captured by a flower-charmed "theme, And souls are stirring: with, elysian ire. Roses, for you, my love! Rosea o >- dream. That blossonuin> my garden of Desire. 1 feel the quiet shores of a- crystal stream, And know the music o' a hidden lyrej While in the hazy heights as gilded spireTouches with, glamour »1L thy. gay demesne. Roses for you,, my love! Roses- a' Drown! 111. ? . A summer rose-; and what means it all? Gay dreams from a youthful garden close. And glimpse of a •twarJjU.Beforo the^ .Fall— ■ A summer xose. iHere, ia the daintiest flower that blows.. And $&c soul o'" c, man is its- idle cßralL ' O this ia a' fairy blossom; and glows -■With our though ts- h-alf-known, ethereal: Avisionfo' realms beyond, summit snoWa, And man's, purest-hope in the. God of. all— A summer rose. IT. Roses — my heart. This ye areT For what were my part? Naught, save perchance some lost" star— Roses — my heart. _ , Little o' life and less o r art, . With a world to mar. Orre may start and start , On. the toad. Go I f»z , Or no-, -what care — ye nave poisoned, yotar dart. And so my love, and despair Roses — my heart. V. The garden.'and the singer, and bhe song, These glance and gleam, and fade.Weeds rife, old- age, wordk staid' Are idly cherish-ed by a heedless throng. And yet- the- world* reclaims a' Blighting wrong With new. buds, voices; and. souls- unafraid; The garden and the singer and the song, , These glazrce and gleam and -fade. So seems it all !' But loverer long For *fairy gifts an& charm arrayed In. some-fond rhyme-device new-made. Thus year and year they glow; forever young— r The garden and. the singer and the 'song. — Lavek&bo. -