In a Kentish Rose Garden. <br /> <br /> <br />Beside a Dial in the leafy close, <br />Where every bush was burning with the Rose, <br />With million roses falling flake by flake <br />Upon the lawn in fading summer snows: <br /> <br />I read the Persian Poet's rhyme of old, <br />Each thought a ruby in a ring of gold-- <br />Old thoughts so young, that, after all these years, <br />They're writ on every rose-leaf yet unrolled. <br /> <br />You may not know the secret tongue aright <br />The Sunbeams on their rosy tablets write; <br />Only a poet may perchance translate <br />Those ruby-tinted hieroglyphs of light.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-reading-the/
