 | On two strings |  |
59
ONLY ROSES.
Only roses—only bring
Roses for that truest Spring
When I pass the final fret,
Skies and birds and loves forget.
Roses for that truest Spring
When I pass the final fret,
Skies and birds and loves forget.
Very weary are my feet
Walking up the deathward street:
Uncomplainingly I wend
Till I find the quiet Friend.
Walking up the deathward street:
Uncomplainingly I wend
Till I find the quiet Friend.
In that starlit mound shall rest
Weary head and wearier breast;
Brother of the mole and mouse
I shall sleep in Nature's house.
Weary head and wearier breast;
Brother of the mole and mouse
I shall sleep in Nature's house.
60
Only roses—if you must
Scatter blossoms on my dust—
Only dying roses strew
Wet with gentle tears, for dew.
Scatter blossoms on my dust—
Only dying roses strew
Wet with gentle tears, for dew.
| On two strings | |