The End
THE ROSE
"Sero te amavi, Pulchritudo tam antiqua et tam nova! Sero te amavi."
S. AUGUSTINE.
TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROOD OF TIME
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;
The Druid, gray, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,
Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
And thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old
In dancing silver sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.
Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate,