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how now my rose
for my precious wife, with all my love
(i)
how now my rose,
it fadeth,
choked by the dark
that shadeth
the splendour of its former lure
from which my heart could scarce find cure!
look up and bloom for me once more;
thy fragrance ever I adore.
thy sun yet hides,
now covert;
my songs are hushed
in concert.
(ii)
the kiss of sweet,
fresh morning,
when our new love
was borning,
yet liveth 'neath the sordid soil
trap whence our trembling souls recoil;
though doubt and fear our hopes would foil,
death comes not for a little while:
some means lies still
before us
to resurrect
the chorus
(iii)
we sang when life
was blooming
and evenings knew
no glooming.
arrest thy thorns and save my flesh,
and i will cultivate afresh
my bosom for thy welcome crèche.
thy heart and mine will each one bless,
for naught this day
shall sever
souls pledged to cleave
forever.
© Copyright 2020 October 01
by Clyve a. Bowen♫
(i)
how now my rose,
it fadeth,
choked by the dark
that shadeth
the splendour of its former lure
from which my heart could scarce find cure!
look up and bloom for me once more;
thy fragrance ever I adore.
thy sun yet hides,
now covert;
my songs are hushed
in concert.
(ii)
the kiss of sweet,
fresh morning,
when our new love
was borning,
yet liveth 'neath the sordid soil
trap whence our trembling souls recoil;
though doubt and fear our hopes would foil,
death comes not for a little while:
some means lies still
before us
to resurrect
the chorus
(iii)
we sang when life
was blooming
and evenings knew
no glooming.
arrest thy thorns and save my flesh,
and i will cultivate afresh
my bosom for thy welcome crèche.
thy heart and mine will each one bless,
for naught this day
shall sever
souls pledged to cleave
forever.
© Copyright 2020 October 01
by Clyve a. Bowen♫
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