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    Selasa, 25 April 2017

    The Year Of The Rose

    The Year Of The Rose



    From the depths of the green garden-closes
    Where the summer in darkness dozes
    Till autumn pluck from his hand
    An hour-glass that holds not a sand;
    From the maze that a flower-belt encloses
    To the stones and sea-grass on the strand
    How red was the reign of the roses
    Over the rose-crowned land!
    The year of the rose is brief;
    From the first blade blown to the sheaf,
    From the thin green leaf to the gold,
    It has time to be sweet and grow old,
    To triumph and leave not a leaf
    For witness in winter’s sight
    How lovers once in the light
    Would mix their breath with its breath,
    And its spirit was quenched not of night,
    As love is subdued not of death.
    In the red-rose land not a mile
    Of the meadows from stile to stile,
    Of the valleys from stream to stream,
    But the air was a long sweet dream
    And the earth was a sweet wide smile
    Red-mouthed of a goddess, returned
    From the sea which had borne her and burned,
    That with one swift smile of her mouth
    Looked full on the north as it yearned,
    And the north was more than the south.
    For the north, when winter was long,
    In his heart had made him a song,
    And clothed it with wings of desire,
    And shod it with shoon as of fire,
    To carry the tale of his wrong
    To the south-west wind by the sea,
    That none might bear it but he
    To the ear of the goddess unknown
    Who waits till her time shall be
    To take the world for a throne.
    In the earth beneath, and above
    In the heaven where her name is love,
    She warms with light from her eyes
    The seasons of life as they rise,
    And her eyes are as eyes of a dove,
    But the wings that lift her and bear
    As an eagle’s, and all her hair
    As fire by the wind’s breath curled,
    And her passage is song through the air,
    And her presence is spring through the world.
    So turned she northward and came,
    And the white-thorn land was aflame
    With the fires that were shed from her feet,
    That the north, by her love made sweet,
    Should be called by a rose-red name;
    And a murmur was heard as of doves,
    And a music beginning of loves
    In the light that the roses made,
    Such light as the music loves,
    The music of man with maid.
    But the days drop one upon one,
    And a chill soft wind is begun
    In the heart of the rose-red maze
    That weeps for the roseleaf days
    And the reign of the rose undone
    That ruled so long in the light,
    And by spirit, and not by sight,
    Through the darkness thrilled with its breath,
    Still ruled in the viewless night,
    As love might rule over death.
    The time of lovers is brief;
    From the fair first joy to the grief
    That tells when love is grown old,
    From the warm wild kiss to the cold,
    From the red to the white-rose leaf,
    They have but a season to seem
    As rose-leaves lost on a stream
    That part not and pass not apart
    As a spirit from dream to dream,
    As a sorrow from heart to heart.
    From the bloom and the gloom that encloses
    The death-bed of Love where he dozes
    Till a relic be left not of sand
    To the hour-glass that breaks in his hand;
    From the change in the grey garden-closes
    To the last stray grass of the strand,
    A rain and ruin of roses
    Over the red-rose land.

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