
The speaker considers a rose that has lost its scent and color and wonders whether happiness will meet the same fate. An end comes whether awaited or not, and nothing can alter it.
By Christina Georgina Rossetti · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Meditative Poetry · 103 words
To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose / Scentless, colorless, _this! _ / Will it ever be thus (who knows? ) / Thus with our bliss, / If we wait till the close?
Though we care not to wait for the end, there comes the end / Sooner, later, at last, / Which nothing can mar, nothing mend: / An end locked fast, / Bent we cannot re-bend.
faded roses · happiness · endings · irreversibility
Summer is Ended is listed on Textopian as a poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti, dated Date unknown.
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