The Petal of a Rose

Let us be quiet for a while,
The morrow comes: let us be still:
Let us close our eyes and smile,
Knowing that the morrow will
Come as certain as the sun
Or a sorrow : let us be
Peaceful till this night be done,
And we waken up to see
That the thing is not in view,
That the memory is gone,
And the world is made anew
Different for every one:
Different ! The morrow glows
Where the black wings spread and brood,
Where the petal of a rose
Blushes in the solitude.

Songs From The Clay [1915]