WOMEN AND ROSES.
1.
I dream of a red-rose tree.
And which of its roses three
Is the dearest rose to me?
I dream of a red-rose tree.
And which of its roses three
Is the dearest rose to me?
2.
Round and round, like a dance of snow
In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go
Floating the women faded for ages,
Sculptured in stone, on the poet's pages.
Then follow the women fresh and gay,
Round and round, like a dance of snow
In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go
Floating the women faded for ages,
Sculptured in stone, on the poet's pages.
Then follow the women fresh and gay,
