ASHES OF ROSES
by: Mary Elizabeth Blake
- FAIR blue sea, where mirrored lie
- The gold brown rock in sunshine resting,
- The changeful glory of the sky,
- The white-winged gull his swift way breasting--
- A world of light and song and bloom,
- Where earth is glad and heaven rejoices,
- And, floating through my quiet room,
- A laughing chime of baby voices.
- Half way across the seaward slope
- With tall green grasses bending over,
- Two sweet eyes bright with love and hope
- Laugh up at me amid the clover;
- With flutter of a little gown
- Whose flying fold the wind upraises,
- Her pretty head of golden brown
- My darling lifts amid the daisies.
- Part of the shining day she seems,
- But more divine than all its splendor,
- Like some fair light that shines in dreams,
- So softly bright, so sweetly tender;
- The glow upon the rounded cheek,
- The lisping voice in broken sweetness,
- More life and love and joy bespeak
- Than all the summer's rich completeness.
- And yet--alas! the woful chance
- That comes to dim the moment's pleasure!
- The sparkling eye, the speaking glance,
- The heaped-up wealth of June's best treasure,
- Do but recall a vanished bliss,
- As Memory's hand the curtain raises--
- Another head as fair as this,
- That lies below the nodding daisies.
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|"Ashes of Roses" is reprinted from Poems. Mary Elizabeth Blake. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1891.