A Bunch of Roses

Roses ruddy and roses white,
  What are the joys that my heart discloses?
Sitting alone in the fading light
Memories come to me here to-night
  With the wonderful scent of the big red roses.

Memories come as the daylight fades
  Down on the hearth where the firelight dozes;
Flicker and flutter the lights and shades,
And I see the face of a queen of maids
  Whose memory comes with the scent of roses.

Visions arise of a scene of mirth,
  And a ball-room belle that superbly poses --
A queenly woman of queenly worth,
And I am the happiest man on earth
  With a single flower from a bunch of roses.

Only her memory lives to-night --
  God in His wisdom her young life closes;
Over her grave may the turf be light,
Cover her coffin with roses white --
  She was always fond of the big white roses.

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Such are the visions that fade away --
  Man proposes and God disposes;
Look in the glass and I see to-day
Only an old man, worn and grey,
  Bending his head to a bunch of roses.