TRIOLET.
The roses are dead,
And swallows are flying:
White, golden, and red,
The roses are dead;
Yet tenderly tread
Where their petals are lying.
The roses are dead,
And swallows are flying.
Graham R. Tomson.
The roses are dead,
And swallows are flying:
White, golden, and red,
The roses are dead;
Yet tenderly tread
Where their petals are lying.
The roses are dead,
And swallows are flying.
Graham R. Tomson.