This morning I vowed I would bring thee my roses, <br />They were thrust in the band that my bodice encloses; <br />But the breast-knots were broken, the roses went free. <br />The breast-knots were broken; the roses together <br />Floated forth on the wings of the wind and the weather, <br />And they drifted afar down the streams of the sea. <br />And the sea was as red as when sunset uncloses; <br />But my raiment is sweet from the scent of the roses, <br />Thou shalt know, love, how fragrant a memory can be.<br /><br />Andrew Lang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/les-roses-de-s-di/
