I Know Why the Red Rose Weeps
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.
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