George Sterling - The Yellow Rose

George Sterling - The Yellow Rose

Sad Autumn is the miser of thy gold; br But dead and meek br Thy petals speak br More than thy beauty told. br br Now art thou sister of the wind and dew— br All fleeting things br Whose rainbow wings br Depart to come anew. br br They make a fountain of the funeral urn— br Fragrance and tint br That, passing, hint br They pass but to return. br br We find a myriad glimmerings of Truth; br Her perfect face br Withholds its grace, br Granting the heart its youth. br br The deathless lyric ever on her tongue br Bestows a word; br The rest, unheard, br To alien skies is sung. br br And so by touch and shadow, glimpse and gleam, br We know what path br Her passion hath br On heavens and hearts that dream. br br And know that change is best, despite its pain: br On custom's rust br And Beauty's dust br Falls the renewing rain. br Wherefore his wings, except the swallow flew? br Joy's thrall is brief, br But that of grief br Is made as transient too, br br Either were not, were either evermore. br The flower soon dies, br But soon the sighs br End, that we sighed therefor.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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