Two Roses after D’Aktill

 Drops of heady vapor fall like tears, all poses

And fog up the , light blue, ornate crystal.

A shadow of  two moments - two withered roses,

And on them a silent, gray sorrowful veil.

One of that roses was whitish white

Was like a timid unbrave smile,

The other, which scarlet-scarlet

Was like an unheard-of dream unsaid . 

And both beckoned and called, and both withered at all.

One of them, sad sadly mute

Was like an artless despondent flute,

The other, spicy-spicy tart

Shameless, impudent, and drunk.

The minutes beat off them death, and both withered short.

They withered, they will not bloom now again,

And with them, someone's love withered in vain

There was as much rejois as drops in the deep sea,

As many yellow leaves on the gray sad earth ,

And only withered roses in blue crystal seen

On like a “memento mori” remembrancer.

One of them, sad sadly mute,

Was like an artless despondent flute,

The other, spicy-spicy tart

Shameless, impudent, and drunk.

One of that roses was whitish white

Was like a timid unbrave smile,

The other, which scarlet-scarlet

Was like an unheard-of dream unsaid

And both beckoned and called, and both withered at all

One of them, sad sadly mute

Was like an artless despondent flute,

The other, spicy-spicy tart

Shameless, impudent, and drunk.

The minutes beat off them death, and both withered short

 They withered, they will not bloom now again,

And with them, someone's love withered in vain

There was as much rejois as drops in the deep sea,

As many yellow leaves on the gray sad earth

And only withered roses in blue crystal seen

On like a “memento mori” remembrancer

One of them, sad sadly mute

Was like an artless despondent flute,

The other, spicy-spicy tart    

Shameless, impudent, and drunk.m