Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Winter's Wreath, 1829/A Thought of the Rose
A Thought of the Rose.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
Rosa, Rosa! perche sulla tua belta
Sempre e scritta questa parola—morte?
How much of memory dwells amidst thy bloom,
Rose! ever wearing beauty for thy dower?
The Bridal day—the Festival—the Tomb—
Thou hast thy part in each—thou stateliest flower!
Therefore with thy soft breath come floating by
A thousand images of Love and Grief,
Dreams, fill'd with tokens of mortality,
Deep thoughts of all things beautiful and brief.
Not such thy spells o'er those that hail'd thee first
In the clear light of Eden's golden day;
There thy rich leaves to crimson glory burst,
Link'd with no dim remembrance of decay.
Rose! for the banquet gathered, and the bier;
Rose! coloured now by human hope or pain;
Surely where death is not—nor change, nor fear,
Yet may we meet thee, Joy's own Flower, again!