'Twas at early morning, The dawn was blushing in her purple bed, When in a sweet, embowered garden She, the fairest of the goddesses, The lovely Venus, Roamed amongst the roses white and red. She sought for flowers To make a garland For her golden head. Snow-white roses, blood-red roses, In that sweet garden close, Offered incense to the goddess: Both the white and the crimson rose. White roses, red roses, blossoming: But the fair Venus knew The crimson roses had gained their hue From the hearts that for love had bled; And the goddess made a garland Gathered from the roses red. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUSH OF THE OREGON by ARTHUR GUITERMAN BY THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES AT CHARING CROSS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON TASTING THE EARTH by JAMES OPPENHEIM HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY MY GARDEN by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON PSALM 32. BEATI QUORUM REMISSA SUNT by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |