If it is not the flame of Time’s passion stirring
By what other name can it be called
When roses suddenly bring
Winter’s coldest days
To thaw

Sad eyes give but half a kiss imprisoned
In a cold embraceless Spring
No flowers in the sun
Do Winter roses
Bring

Does Old Nature smile while sweetly singing
With no need to look with any doubt
At the roses Summer’s bringing
Knowing
They are devout