Treasure Island

Pierre de Ronsard


The Rose


See, Mignonne, hath not the Rose,
That this morning did unclose
Her purple mantle to the light,
Lost, before the day be dead,
The glory of her raiment red,
Her colour, bright as yours is bright?

Ah, Mignonne, in how few hours,
The petals of her purple flowers
All have faded, fallen, died;
Sad Nature, mother ruinous,
That seest thy fair child perish thus
‘Twixt matin song and even tide.

Hear me, my darling, speaking sooth,
Gather the fleet flower of your youth,
Take ye your pleasure at the best;
Be merry ere your beauty flit,
For length of days will tarnish it
Like roses that were loveliest.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Hebert Logerie Sr. (7/18/2009 1:26:00 PM)

    Carpe diem! This poem is more beautiful in French! Pierre de Ronsard was probably the greatest poet of his time.'Cueille des aujourd'hui les roses de la vie'. (Report) Reply

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