Page:The poems of Richard Watson Gilder, Gilder, 1908.djvu/260

232 Then of this flood of song

Let me drink long!

Ah, yes, because the rose

Fades like the sunset skies;

Because rude winter blows

All bare, and music dies—

Therefore, now is to me

Eternity!

"FADES THE ROSE"

THE WINTRY HEART