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