Three Songs

I     Where love is life     The roses blow,     Though winds be rude     And cold the snow,     The roses climb     Serenely slow,     They nod in rhyme     We know - we know     Where love is life     The roses blow.     Where life is love     The roses blow,     Though care be quick     And sorrows grow,     Their roots are twined     With rose-roots so     That rosebuds find     A way to show     Where life is love     The roses blow.     II     Nothing came here but sunlight,     Nothing fell here but rain,     Nothing blew but the mellow wind,     Here are the flowers again!     No one came here but you, dear,     You with your magic train     Of brightness and laughter and lightness,     Here is my joy again!     III     I have songs of dancing pleasure,     I have songs of happy heart,     Songs are mine that pulse in measure     To the throbbing of the mart.     Songs are mine of magic seeming,     In a land of love forlorn,     Where the joys are had for dreaming,     At a summons from the horn.     But my sad songs come unbidden,     Rising with a wilder zest,     From the bitter pool that's hidden,     Deep - deep - deep within my breast.