Demeter, and Other Poems

The Roses on the Terrace

Alfred Tennyson

ROSE, on this terrace fifty years ago,
    When I was in my June, you in your May,
Two words, ‘My Rose,’ set all your face aglow,
    And now that I am white and you are gray,
That blush of fifty years ago, my dear,
    Blooms in the past, but close to me to-day,
As this red rose, which on our terrace here
    Glows in the blue of fifty miles away.

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