To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time

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    <strong>To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time</strong>

    Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!

    e near me, while I sing the a ways:

    Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;

    The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,

    Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin unt?９9lｉb?old;

    And thine own sadness, where of stars, grown old

    In dang silver-sandalled on the sea,

    Sing in their high and lonely melody.

    e near, that no more blinded hy mans fate,

    I find uhe boughs of love and hate,

    In all poor foolish things that live <u>..</u>a day,

    Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

    e n99lｉb.ear, e near, e near - Ah, leave me still

    A little space for the rose-breath to fill!

    Lest I no more bear on things that crave;

    The weak worm hiding down in its small cave,

    The field-mouse running by me in the grass,

    And heavy mo<tt>..t>rtal hopes that toil and pass;

    But seek aloo hear the strahings said

    By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,

    And learn to >藏书网</a>t a tongue men do not know.

    e near; I would, before my time to go,

    Sing of old Eire and the a ways:

    Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.

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