Such I have left of the twilight hours
Many nights gently preserved in moonbeams
Now observed in the silence of the trees
It's true, the deception lies in our stars
Yet, the heart needs constant warmth like flowers
Until spring arrives, the petals are sealed
As the elements stir the leaves on the streets
To gaily blossom we need sun and soft showers
Long I have waited for the brief rain
As remnants of summer ebb like waves
The ruby reds of roses shall stay
Such beauty emerges when seasons will change
That a single swoop of fate's hand will save
Some time for those about to bloom in the day
"The paths of glory lead but to the grave."
Thomas Gray