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The Time Of The Rose Is Over

Love, turn thy gentle feet away,
 How can I be thy lover?
The years pass onward to decay
 And the bloom of the rose is over.


The sweet light fails from out the sky,
 The weary wind is wailing,
The rain, like tears, is falling nigh
 From the grey cloud o'er us sailing.


O rare, glad time when youth was sweet
 With all its pulses beating,
When music led thy gentle feet,
 And a rainbow was o'er our meeting.


The rose was bright, but brighter still,
 The eyes that shone like heaven;
O Love, come back again and thrill
 Our souls like a soul forgiven.


When heart to heart spoke soft and low,
 As lovers' words are spoken.
When truth was truth and youth was youth,
 And never a vow was broken.


Love, turn thy gentle feet away,
 How can I be thy lover?
A low wind grieves among the leaves,
 And the time of the rose is over.

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  • rhondasail
    February 7, 2007

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    Forgiveness...

    I see a man who feels in need of forgiveness, and does not see that he already has it. "When truth was truth", and "Never a vow was broken", then, "How can I be thy lover?". But love forgives all, and seeks the beloved even "among the leaves". Bittersweet and melancholy, but a thread of hope I feel throughout. It speaks of the mature love, after "the bloom is off the rose", when two begin the real work of a life together. I have enjoyed this one.

  • naughtygrlred
    March 11, 2005
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    I can dig it, ya dig...

  • Jaymielle
    March 11, 2005
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    It just seems sad to me. he seems to be saying that his love is fading as he grows older.


  • poetryality Moderators member
    March 11, 2005
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    Ah! It seems that the poet is yearning for those rose petals, soft and swee,t to return unto him. He has a wonderful way of making merriment, then turning to reality, standing right beside folly. Excellent!

    Renee
    Edited on Mar 11, 1:49 because ''.

  • Nam
    February 11, 2005
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    There's this quiet solemn feel to this piece yet at the same time the way that it moves from verse to verse it seems to be gleeful in a way.

    I feel however it's the opposite, it's a forgotten thought, a love forgotten and a love remembered. I am sure others won't see that but that's what I see.

    A great piece that Anderson has written here.


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