Song of the Roses

We buried our roots in the moss and in stone,

In radiance rosy our tender buds shone,

We drank of the sunshine, the dew and the light,

We revelled in beauty and knew not its might.

The spring glided by with a delicate kiss,

Our calm days were ended by warm nights of bliss,

The wind whispered ever of love as he passed,

A footstep approached us, an arm seized us fast.

Whose hand holds our life as in light, trembling scales?

A rippling white garment sweet fragrance exhales,

We see a fair breast, which deep longing has stirred,

The passionate throbs of a young heart are heard.

Through love were we broken, to love we are brought,

We greet you, oh sister, in Night's silent court.

The day, which shall call you to more perfect bloom,

Will sink our frail beauty destroyed in the tomb.