Yea, the roses are still on fire <br />With the bygone heat of July, <br />Though the least little wind drifting by <br />Shake a rose-leaf or two from the brier, <br />Be it never so soft a sigh. <br /> <br />Ember of love still glows and lingers <br />Deep at the red heart's smouldering core; <br />With the sudden passionate throb of yore <br />We shook as our eyes and clinging fingers <br />Met once only to meet no more.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yea-the-roses-are-still-on-fire/
