The Rose and the Wind
When think you comes the Wind,
The Wind that kisses me and is so kind?
Lo! how the Lily sleeps! her sleep is light;
Would I were like the Lily, pale and white!
Will the Wind come?
Perchance for you too soon.
If not, how could I live until the noon?
What,think you, Beech-tree, makes the Wind delay?
Why comes he not at the breaking of the day?
Hush child, and like the Lily, go to sleep.
You know I cannot.
Nay then, do not weep. (After a pause)
Your lover comes, be happy now, O Rose!
He softly through my bending branches goes.
Soon he shall come and you shall feel his kiss.
Already my flushed heart grows faint with bliss,
Love, I have longed for you through all the night.
And I to kiss your petals warm and bright.
Laugh round me, Love, and kiss me; all is well.
Nay, have no fear, the Lily will not tell.
'Twas dawn when you first came; and now the sun
Shines brightly, and the dews of dawn are done.
'Tis well you take me so in your embrace;
But lay back again into my place,
For I am worn, perhaps with bliss extreme.
Nay, you must wake, Love from this foolish dream.
'Tis you, Love, who seem changed; your laugh is loud;
And 'neath your stormy kiss my head is bowed.
O Love, O Wind, a space will you not spare?
Not while your petals are so soft and fair.
My buds are blind with leaves, they cannot see,-
O Love, O Wind, will you not pity me?
O Wind, a word with you before you pass;
What did you to the Rose that on the grass
Broken she lies and pale, who loved you so?
Roses must live and love, and winds must blow.
Philip Bourke Marston