Rose and Yew
A. Galsworthy
Love flew by! Young wedding day,
Peeping through her veil of dew,
Saw him, and her heart went fey —
His wings no shadows threw.
Love flew by! Young day was gone,
Owls were hooting — Whoo — to-whoo!
Happy-wedded lay alone,
Who'd vowed that love was true.
Love flies by, and drops a rose —
Drops a rose, a sprig of yew!
Happy these — but ah! for those
Whose love has cried: Adieu!