Roses in the sky, Roses in the sea Bowers of scarlet sky-roses Take my heart and me. God was good to make, This December weather, All this sky a rose-garden, Rose and fire together. To the East are burning Roses in a garden, Roses in a rosy field, Hesper for their warden. Yonder to the West Roses all afire, Mirror now some rare splendid Rose of their desire. Pulsing deeper, deeper, Waves of fire throb on, Never were such red roses At sunset or dawn. Roses on the hills, Roses in the hollow, Roses on the wet hedges, In the shining fallow. West wind, blow and blow! That has blown ajar Gates of God's great rose-garden, Where His Angels are, Gathering up the rose-leaves For a shower of roses On the night the Lord Babe His sweet eye uncloses. All the sky is scarlet Flaming on the azure. O, there's fire in Heaven My heart aches with pleasure. Leagues of rose and scarlet, Roses red as blood: All the world's a rose-garden. God is good, is good.
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