Then folding silently their buds again.
A ROSE IN A GLASS
ONLY a rose in a glass,
Set by a sick man’s bed;
The day was weary, the day was long,
But the rose it spoke with a voice like song,
And this is what it said:
“I know that the wind is keen,
Then folding silently their buds again.
ONLY a rose in a glass,
Set by a sick man’s bed;
The day was weary, the day was long,
But the rose it spoke with a voice like song,
And this is what it said:
“I know that the wind is keen,