Monday, May 21, 2012

WHEN THE ROSE IS FADED by Walter de la Mare



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When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.
ангелочки (46)

That vanishing loveliness,
That burdening breath,
No bond of life hath then,
Nor grief of death.
ангелочки (46)

'Tis the immortal thought
Whose passion still
Makes the changing
The unchangeable.
ангелочки (46)

Oh, thus thy beauty,
Loveliest on earth to me,
Dark with no sorrow, shines
And burns, with thee.





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