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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I know why the red rose weeps Why she hides her tears in dew As the summer breezes sweep From those seas of shimmering blue, And then like our dreams She fades with the morning dew. I know why the red rose weeps Through the dreamy months of June As the golden breezes sweep Over the ocean rocks, hewn By Neptune’s tide As he guards each sailor’s tomb. And I know why the red rose weeps While birds sing their matin lay And a gentle breeze sweeps Our cares somewhere far away To where the grasshoppers leap And the happy children play. I know why the red rose weeps Through dreary September As the cold wind keeps Songs that are more sober And sap slowly seeps Into lonesome October. And I know why the red rose weeps Through those months of January As the ice wind creeps Through her sanctuary And the summer’s cradle Becomes her cemetery. For when the rose parts with its petals And the fragrance of its dying breath On fleeting breezes settles Seeing her beauty bereft While the air carries the ocean brine Makes life all the more sweet with Death. I know why the red rose weeps When her buds have yet to see the day When beauty still sleeps Through flowery May And the frost still keeps Our dreams at bay. For as when one can almost hear The sun’s rays dancing On the golden fields And each frond spreading As the wind softly passes And the skylarks sing, So I know why the red rose weeps Why she hides her tears in dew As the golden breezes sweep From those seas of shimmering blue And then like our dreams She fades with the morning dew. Copyright www.thechainedmuse.com
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