Wednesday, April 30, 2014

a girl's autumn reverie

by ella wheeler wilcox

illustrations by adelaide wylde bunch

We plucked a red rose, you and I

All in the summer weather;

Sweet its perfume and rare its bloom,

Enjoyed by us together.

The rose is dead, the summer fled,

And bleak winds are complaining;

We dwell apart, but in each heart

We find the thorn remaining.

We sipped a sweet wine, you and I,

All in the summer weather.

The beaded draught we lightly quaffed
And filled the glass together.

Together we watched its rosy glow,

And saw its bubbles glitter;

Apart, alone, we only know

The lees are very bitter

We walked in sunshine, you and I,

All in the summer weather.

The very night seemed noonday bright.

When we two were together.

I wonder why with our good-by

O'er hill and vale and meadow

There fell such shade, our paths seemed laid

Forevermore in shadow.

We dreamed a sweet dream, you and I,

All in the summer weather,

Where rose and wine and warm sunshine

Were mingled in together.

We dreamed that June was with us yet,

We woke to find December.

We dreamed that we two could forget,

We woke but to remember.

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