Sonnet 46, Rising and Falling of Roses so Sweet

Rising and falling of roses so sweet,
With anger - bloodthirsty, which only mar,
Just like the glow of a night falling star
That ill fate thus to death only will treat;
Hasty orisons oh bloodily stained street,
Haven't we reached for a death wish too far?
Giving peace to brutality of war,
Reaching out to emptiness and deceit.

Life's young candles burning up in their flames,
Before daylight comes again virgin clear
With holly glimmers of nightly good-byes;
In love, that hour of twilight only tames
When light shall fill up the morning so near:
Like new hope far reaching, with young bright skies.