 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
ROSEBUD.
Oh, little maid, in your rosebud-bower,
Dreaming of growing old,
Wishing youth always would linger, a flower
Never in haste to unfold;
Lift from the shadow your sunshiny head!
Growing old is nothing to dread!
Dreaming of growing old,
Wishing youth always would linger, a flower
Never in haste to unfold;
Lift from the shadow your sunshiny head!
Growing old is nothing to dread!
Oh, little maid, in the rose-tree shade,
See how its dry boughs shoot!
The green leaves fall, and the blossoms fade;
But youth is a living root.
There are always buds in the old tree's heart,
Ready at beckon of spring to start.
See how its dry boughs shoot!
The green leaves fall, and the blossoms fade;
But youth is a living root.
There are always buds in the old tree's heart,
Ready at beckon of spring to start.
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Oh, little maid, there is joy to seek,
Glory of earth and sky,
When the rosebud-streak fades out of your cheek,
And the dewy gleam from your eye:
Deeper and wider must life take root;
Redder and higher must glow its fruit.
Glory of earth and sky,
When the rosebud-streak fades out of your cheek,
And the dewy gleam from your eye:
Deeper and wider must life take root;
Redder and higher must glow its fruit.
Oh, little maid, be never afraid
That youth from your heart will go:
Reach forth unto heaven, through shower and shade!
We are always young, while we grow.
Breathe out in a blessing your happy breath!
For love keeps the spirit from age and from death.
That youth from your heart will go:
Reach forth unto heaven, through shower and shade!
We are always young, while we grow.
Breathe out in a blessing your happy breath!
For love keeps the spirit from age and from death.
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