ENVOY

There clung three roses to a stem,

Did all their hues of summer don,

But came a wind and troubled them,

And all were gone.

I heard three bells in unison

Clap out some transient heart's delight,

Time and the hour brought silence on

And the dark night.

Doth not Orion even set!

O love, love, prove true alone,

Till youthful hearts ev'n love forget,

Then, child, begone!