Poetry by E. Antony Gray: “The Rose of Time”

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red roseEverything 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!”

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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.

SydneyTrads is the web page of the Sydney Traditionalist Forum: an association of young professionals who form part of the Australian independent right (also known as “non-aligned right”).

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