O Gather Me The Rose

O gather me the rose, the rose,
While yet in flower we find it,
For summer smiles, but summer goes,
And winter waits behind it.

by William Ernest Henley Click to read full poem

Comments (6)

So were it well to love, my love, And cheat of any laughter The fate beneath us, and above, The dark before and after. beautiful poem beautiful 10++++++++++++
This poem really grabs my heart and makes me want to cry. It reeks of death and passing.
' For summer smiles, but summer goes and winter waits behind it'.........Lovely line!
Gorgeous piece of writing.......
Oh, how we wish we could write like this man! ! ! ! His verses flow off the tongue but sink deep into the heart.
'Enjoy the moment - For in just a nano-second, It is but a memory.'