3b Thy absence overflows the rose From every petal gleam Such words as each were vain to close Such tears as crowd the tree So eyes that might thee fear and gore Be mused at waking's spend From skies that gild thy remote dawn More hopes than here attend The burden of the rose will fade Sped in the spectrum's kiss But hear the thorn in sharpened shade Whither so loneliness 3b Thy absence overflows the rose From every petal gleam Such words as each were vain to close Such tears as crowd the tree So eyes that might thee fear and gore Be mused at waking's spend
