This memory my rose I cannot break;
When long ago I cradled you so sweet.
While open-eyed my rose, I wept awake,
Your eyes to nameless dreams bowed in defeat.
My dancing, joyful tear ran down my cheek-
My gentle hand lain soft upon you hair;
O love, we two this moment could not speak,
No Spring or rose could ever bloom so fair.
O selfish, stubborn time what have you done?
Relentless time what picture have you drawn?
I'd give my years to see the weaving spun,
Of we together sewn beneath the dawn.
So beautiful a view I had my love-
You slept my rose, I joyful wept above.
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