Time & Brevity
Summer Is Ended (To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose)
From A Pageant and Other Poems (1881)
Time & Brevity
To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose
Scentless, colorless, this!
Will it ever be thus (who knows?)
Thus with our bliss,
If we wait till the close?
Though we care not to wait for the end, there comes the end
Sooner, later, at last,
Which nothing can mar, nothing mend:
An end locked fast,
Bent we cannot re-bend.
Cite this poem
MLA
Rossetti, Christina. “Summer Is Ended (To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose).” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/411/.
Chicago
Rossetti, Christina. “Summer Is Ended (To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose).” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/411/.
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