“Suzie, My Lovely Rose”
Go, lovely Rose
……
That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Edmund Waller
(at 85)
“I envy the octogenarian poet who joined three words – Go, lovely Rose – so happily together, that he left his name to float down through Time on the wings of a phrase and a flower.”
Logan Pearsall Smith
(at 66)*
This my thought at 80:
Suzie, I hope to write of you
when I’m 85
– my lovely Rose,
and still my Rosa Mystica.
Well,
now I’m 85.
Stay,
Lovely Suzie.
* Afterthoughts (1931).