"Black Roses"
di Frederick Delius (1862-1934)

Tell me, why are you so sad today?
You have always been so merry and gay!
Believe me, I am no more sad today
Than when you thought that I was merry and gay;
For sorrow has nightblack roses.
A tangle of roses grows thick round my heart
And stinging thorns make wounds that smart.
And roses and thorns spread night and day;
They have driven all joy and peace away,
For sorrow has nightblack roses!