| Rose’s rose rose In the light of the day While the wind blows Round its flowers of the lightest rosé. Rose’s rose rose In a way Rose may When she grows As her rose Shows How it grows And by the end of the day When her rose’s flowers’d close And its head would sway In the wind, Rose would say:  “My rose, as you rose In the light of the day Did you notice those, The sounds of your stay? Not only those of the day, But, too, the ones of the dark, rose, The ones of the dark and the moon in its pose. Did you notice those, rose? Did you notice those? ” And the rose would know What Rose would want to say And it would sleep With its flowers of the lightest rosé. |
