“One rose shall hint when summer wakes”
 
One rose shall hint when summer wakes
The hue the rose will not forsake
Nor shades in time each part partake
Of peddles and their crimson tears
And with the roses blossom sweet
Shall cast in secret where summer meets
Each lover so redolently
 
No shade nor haunt shall thus aghast
Though still they haunt the very past
Of all that love shouldst ever ask
For there I find my sorrow sleeps
As deep as memories made of eves
When summer in the sunlight sings
To hint of what romance might bring
 
Sometimes a heart in beating makes
More than all that is not free
More than all when meant to be
A lover in a lover’s arms
And moments that not death forsakes
 
 
One rose shall hint when summer wakes
One crimson silent gasp of truth
A kiss no time can yet remake
Nor in its shadows thus waylay
The very thought of thorns and crowns
And love so placed upon the brow