The Roses on the Terrace

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.