by Virginia Stanton Sheard (1865? - 1943), as Virna Sheard
A song of roses
Language: English
'Tis time to sing of roses: of roses all ablow, To every vagrant passing breeze they dip a courtesy low, 'Tis time to sing of roses! for June is here, you know. One song for true love's roses of sweetest deepest red, Some heart will wear you faithfully when life itself hath fled, And for the white rose sing a song - the white rose for the dead. And ah! the yellow roses, of brightest, lightest gold, King Midas must have touched their leaves in mystic days of old, Or they were made of sunshine, and gilded, fold by fold. And the roadside rose, sweet-briar, we would remember thee And the cinnamon rose that evermore enthralls each passing bee, You old, old-fashioned roses, a-growing wild and free. 'Tis time to sing of roses! of roses all ablow! They come again, as sweet, my dear, as those of long ago. 'Tis time to sing of roses! for June is here you know.
Authorship:
- by Virginia Stanton Sheard (1865? - 1943), as Virna Sheard [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Joel Weiss , "A song of roses", 2014 [voice and piano], from I Love Red Poppies, no. 2. [ sung text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Joel Weiss
This text was added to the website: 2016-08-29
Line count: 15
Word count: 161