English poem
The Rose
by Marie Van Vorst (1867–1936)
Never again, Dearest, oh never more! Not in the spring-time’s swift enchanted reign, Shall hope to hope, shall love to love implore, Never again!
Not in the summer--nor when autumn’s wane Blows the dry leaves along earth’s windy floor, Nor in the winter: that strange joy and pain
No seasons’ circle ever can restore. The roses of to-day no tears shall stain,-- They’re thornless! You shall see the rose you wore Never again!