XXV

This is the moon of roses, The lovely and flowerful time; And, as white roses climb the wall, Your dreams about me climb.

This is the moon of roses, Glad and golden and blue; And, as red roses drink of the sun, My dreams they drink of you.

This is the moon of roses! The cherishing South-West blows, And life, dear heart, for me and you, O, life's a rejoicing rose.