Oh haste while roses bloom below, <br />Oh haste while pale and bright above <br />The sun and moon alternate glow, <br />To pluck the rose of love. <br /> <br />Yea, give the morning to the lark, <br />The nightingale its glimmering grove, <br />Give moonlight to the hungry dark, <br />But to man's heart give love! <br /> <br />Then haste while still the roses blow, <br />And pale and bright in heaven above <br />The sun and moon alternate glow, <br />Pluck, pluck the rose of love.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rose-d-amour/
