Love's like a summer rose, whose fragrant buds unclose, but ah, how soon it goes, fading and wasting! Fallen its petals lie quickly to fade and die; thus do love's pleasures fly, lost in the tasting. Yet as new roses blow as fresher fountains flow, so will new raptures glow, new joys delight thee; Lips, that entreating press, arms, warm in soft caress, bosoms of loveliness to bliss invite thee. Is not the new love fair? Why for the old despair? As song dies on the air, so love is fleeting. Why then the past regret? Pleasure remaineth yet; love only and forget memory's entreating.
- by Arlo Bates (1850 - 1918), appears in Told in the Gate, first published 1892 [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 George Whitefield Chadwick (1854 - 1931), "Love's like a summer rose", from Lyrics from "Told in the Gate", no. 4 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler
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