WHEN THE GUELDER ROSES BLOOM
When the Guelder roses bloom,
Love, the vagrant, wanders home.
Love, that died so long ago,
As we deemed, in dark and snow,
Comes back to the door again,
Guendolen, Guendolen.
In his hands a few bright flowers,
Gathered in the earlier hours,
Speedwell-blue, and poppy-red,