I <br /> <br />Where love is life <br />The roses blow, <br />Though winds be rude <br />And cold the snow, <br />The roses climb <br />Serenely slow, <br />They nod in rhyme <br />We know--we know <br />Where love is life <br />The roses blow. <br /> <br />Where life is love <br />The roses blow, <br />Though care be quick <br />And sorrows grow, <br />Their roots are twined <br />With rose-roots so <br />That rosebuds find <br />A way to show <br />Where life is love <br />The roses blow. <br /> <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Nothing came here but sunlight, <br />Nothing fell here but rain, <br />Nothing blew but the mellow wind, <br />Here are the flowers again! <br /> <br />No one came here but you, dear, <br />You with your magic train <br />Of brightness and laughter and lightness, <br />Here is my joy again! <br /> <br /> <br />III <br /> <br />I have songs of dancing pleasure, <br />I have songs of happy heart, <br />Songs are mine that pulse in measure <br />To the throbbing of the mart. <br /> <br />Songs are mine of magic seeming, <br />In a land of love forlorn, <br />Where the joys are had for dreaming, <br />At a summons from the horn. <br /> <br />But my sad songs come unbidden, <br />Rising with a wilder zest, <br />From the bitter pool that's hidden, <br />Deep--deep--deep within my breast.<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-songs-4/
