Mathilde Blind

Here you will find the Poem Yea, the Roses Are Still on Fire of poet Mathilde Blind

Yea, the Roses Are Still on Fire

Yea, the roses are still on fire 
With the bygone heat of July, 
Though the least little wind drifting by 
Shake a rose-leaf or two from the brier, 
Be it never so soft a sigh. 

Ember of love still glows and lingers 
Deep at the red heart's smouldering core; 
With the sudden passionate throb of yore 
We shook as our eyes and clinging fingers 
Met once only to meet no more.