fragrant rose memories

I wanted to bring you roses this morning; but I had gathered so many in my tightly fastened sashes that the overstrained knots could not contain them.
The knots burst open. The roses, borne on the wind, all flew away to the sea. They followed the water, never to return;
The waves seemed red with them, as if on fire. Tonight, my gown is still filled with their scent. Breathe on me their fragrant memory.
—  ‘The Roses of Saadi’ by Marceline Desbordes-Valmore