Everything in time prolongs
It must heed its inward law
To such all that is belongs
And in this it has no flaw;
Dark rose whose crimson face
Of unspoken ages find no trace
What eons had suchlike saw
When it was knit of perfect lace?
The Rose of Time! – and times again
Plucked perhaps for one so fair
As you? – In all the age of men
None was found save one to bear;
But all perishes; save this thread
O Rose -! Have sympathy for the dead
We desire to rise, lying there–
“O Ancient Gate – Raise thy head!”
– E. Antony Gray is an American poet, musician and writer. He maintains a journal of his poetry called A Spy In The House of God and is a contributor to Social Matter.
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