Roses and Rue By Oscar Wilde. Edvard Hagerup Grieg-Peer Gynt Orchestral Suite No 1 Op 46, Aase’s Death - Rupert Penry Jones.mp3

[00:00.64]Could we dig up this long－buried treasure，
[00:02.58]Were it worth the pleasure，
[00:04.59]We never could learn love's song，
[00:06.21]We are parted too long．
[00:09.14]Could the passionate past that is fled
[00:11.00]Call back its dead，
[00:12.46]Could we live it all over again，
[00:14.17]Were it worth the pain！
[00:16.67]I remember we used to meet
[00:18.19]By an ivied seat，
[00:19.83]And you warbled each pretty word
[00:21.69]With the air of a bird；
[00:23.65]And your voice had a quaver in it，
[00:25.68]Just like a linnet，
[00:26.96]And shook， as the blackbird's throat
[00:29.12]With its last big note；
[00:31.16]And your eyes， they were green and grey
[00:33.80]Like an April day，
[00:35.26]But lit into amethyst
[00:36.82]When I stooped and kissed；
[00:39.01]And your mouth， it would never smile
[00:40.81]For a long， long while，
[00:42.66]Then it rippled all over with laughter
[00:44.61]Five minutes after．
[00:47.08]You were always afraid of a shower，
[00:48.96]Just like a flower：
[00:50.39]I remember you started and ran
[00:52.08]When the rain began．
[00:53.73]I remember I never could catch you，
[00:55.39]For no one could match you，
[00:56.84]You had wonderful， luminous， fleet，
[00:59.24]Little wings to your feet．
[01:01.68]I remember your hair － did I tie it?
[01:04.75]For it always ran riot
[01:06.17]Like a tangled sunbeam of gold：
[01:08.35]These things are old．
[01:11.61]I remember so well the room，
[01:13.68]And the lilac bloom
[01:15.15]That beat at the dripping pane
[01:16.71]In the warm June rain；
[01:19.24]And the colour of your gown，
[01:20.62]It was amber－brown，
[01:21.72]And two yellow satin bows
[01:23.59]From your shoulders rose．
[01:25.99]And the handkerchief of French lace
[01:28.74]Which you held to your face
[01:31.36]Had a small tear left a stain?
[01:34.45]Or was it the rain?
[01:37.22]On your hand as it waved adieu
[01:38.97]There were veins of blue；
[01:41.31]In your voice as it said good－bye
[01:43.05]Was a petulant cry，
[01:44.92]'You have only wasted your life．'
[01:47.43]（Ah， that was the knife！）
[01:50.96]When I rushed through the garden gate
[01:52.78]It was all too late．
[01:56.15]Could we live it over again，
[01:58.39]Were it worth the pain，
[02:00.35]Could the passionate past that is fled
[02:02.30]Call back its dead！
[02:05.20]Well， if my heart must break，
[02:06.65]Dear love， for your sake，
[02:08.14]It will break in music， I know，
[02:10.31]Poets' hearts break so．
[02:13.31]But strange that I was not told
[02:15.36]That the brain can hold
[02:17.55]In a tiny ivory cell
[02:19.86]God's heaven and hell．