The rose near the house
Is like a dream of summer.
It is beautiful in the night,
Like a garden of love;
Like a passion of the heart!
Flower of the night,
Brilliant in the light of
The moon.
Gift of the season;
Sweet as honey, and
Very fragrant!
In the hours of mystery
And passion.
At the end of the days
Of gold.
Flower of the hour.
Sweet flower!
A souvenir of the
Days of gold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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