Where have the roses gone from my garden? 
Look how those left freeze in cold winter wind; 
Nothing I can do nor ask for pardon
To save the lovely petals as they're thinned.
Here in the kitchen I gaze in dismay, 
Looking at the sky with kind entreaty; 
 Hoping snowflakes will not fall on this day
 Not till I've picked these roses' beauty.
But soon the snowflakes will come, I know; 
 And marigold of bright yellow and pink
 Will shiver and go to sleep in the snow; 
 It matters not how I feel; what I think.
When Nature brings forth all its nuisances, 
Our roses must yield up their fragrances.                
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