On the Life's-love-crowning day
When she should come
To her lover's home,
To give herself to me.
I saw the red of the roses—
The royal roses that bloomed for her sake.
"They shall lie," I said, "where my heart's hopes lie:
They shall droop on her heart and die."
I dreamed in the orchard-closes:
"'Tis here we will walk in the July days,