The roses in my garden are in full bloom again.
O Rose, thou incarnate of love divine
How soft and sweet thy silken folds doth lie!
What wondrous beauty and what grace are thine
Within thy crimson cup of charm belie.
As like a gift of gods from olden times
A long-lost song bestowed in bygone days
The music of the spheres in heavenās chimes
Aphroditeās own dear lovely form portrays.
Until the heart that gently falls below
From gaudy bud to thorns beneath the night
A bloom full blown on fanciesā hidden woe
Unfurl to fade in truthās unchanging light.
A rose so rare that came from Cupidās bow
Amongst the soil of mortal men doth sow.
