Roses in the Rain
Petals soft as lovegate touched with moisture, dew
Like drops of rainfall setting on an open spray,
The liquid woe of showers' downcast rendezvous
Cannot my wholesome blossoms' stubborn loves allay.
These roses in my garden do not fold up thus
If mountains out of ordinary skies descend
And gray from blue of crystal clearness fuddle us;
They smile as though content tears had been shed by them.
Just so, her love admist the frightening pain of earth
Stands bloom and soft, and soft and holding steady still,
Immune to what would make my life not living worth,
Dispels as quick as silver lines my drizzled ills.