Oh, wind of the spring-time, oh, free wind of May, <br />When blossoms and bird-song are rife; <br />Oh, joy for the season, and joy for the day, <br />That gave me the roses of life, of life, <br />That gave me the roses of life. <br /> <br />Oh, wind of the summer, sing loud in the night, <br />When flutters my heart like a dove; <br />One came from thy kingdom, thy realm of delight, <br />And gave me the roses of love, of love, <br />And gave me the roses of love. <br /> <br />Oh, wind of the winter, sigh low in thy grief, <br />I hear thy compassionate breath; <br />I wither, I fall, like the autumn-kissed leaf, <br />He gave me the roses of death, of death, <br />He gave me the roses of death.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roses-5/
