I wore your roses yesterday: 
About this light robe's folds of white, 
Wherein their gathered sweetness lay,
Still clings their perfume, perfume of delight.
And all in vain the warm wind sweeps 
Those airy folds like vapor fine, 
Among them still the odor sleeps, 
And haunts me with a dream divine, a dream divine.

So be my heart your mem'ry clings, 
So sweet, as rich, so delicate;
Eternal summertime it brings, 
Defying all the storms of fate;
A power to turn the darkness bright 
Till life with matchless beauty glows;
Each moment touched with tender light, 
And ev'ry thought of you a rose!