Roses At Sea

LOVE-CHILDREN of the summer and the sun.
Alien to this salt air and stretch of sea,
And beautiful in your bright witchery
As the first rose, whose wooing was begun
By the first nightingale, when day was done
And over Eden's walks the wind blew free,
And the winged wooers sang in ecstasy
Of love and love and love — till love was won.

To-day you bless me with your beauty's spell,
Roses from some dream-garden left behind,
With breath half tenderness and half farewell,
And gracious hopes with your sweet grace entwined:
Will hopes, like buds, turn blossoms? Who shall tell?
Your fragrant soul escapes — can Memory bind?
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