by S. Fowler Wright
What means the blood-red blooms that rose
- The garth in which you dwell?
- So cold a citadel.
What though thine heart's environs make
- Delight to hear and see,
- That frore virginity?
What though that closed approach may glass
- An opal's changing fire,
- The gardens of desire?
The autumn mists thy garth shall grieve,
- The scentless roses fall,
- An unadventured wall.
Slow fall the night's unchanging snows,
- Where the red roses fell,
- So lost a citadel.
"If it should be known now