Now she is like the white tree-rose versuri

Versuri Cecil Day-Lewis – Now she is like the white tree-rose lyrics

Now she is like the white tree-rose
That takes a blessing from the sun:
Summer has filled her veins with light,
And her warm heart is washed with noon.

Or, as a poplar, ceaselessly,
Gives a soft answer to the wind:
Cool on the light her leaves lie sleeping,
Folding a column of sweet sound.

Powder the stars. Forbid the night
To wear those brilliants for a brooch:
So soon, dark death, you may close down
The mines that made this beauty rich.

Her thoughts are pleiads, stooping low
O`er glades where nightingale has flown:
And like the luminous night around her
She has at heart a certa
in dawn.