The Crimson Roses Of Night Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The crimson roses of night gardens bed
Their shadings of day breaking coming on
With the tinctures that nature did bled
For the flowers of wall shadows from sun
Some beautiful nights of lemonade wake
When slumber moods where there in their dancing
With shadows of promenade grays and blake
Though landscapes of the nocturnal glancing

Each leaf of the lindens and scents so near
When the day is faint quivering in breeze
Like a feel of a kiss is wandering here
To give of its vineyards to soothe on and please
The holding of night that June blossoms slight
When nights are like day in morning of light