Oh if I were the velvet rose Upon the red rose vine, I'd climb to touch his window And make his casement fine. And if I were the little bird That twitters on the tree, All day I'd sing my love for him Till he should harken me. But since I am a maiden I go with downcast eyes, And he will never hear the songs That he has turned to sighs. And since I am a maiden My love will never know That I could kiss him with a mouth More red than roses blow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISAAC AND ARCHIBALD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ASTRAEA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODE TO WORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 84. DHU'L JADAL WA'L IKRAM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE CALIPH'S DRAUGHT by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 9. LOVE A TICKLISH GAME by PHILIP AYRES TO THE MISS WEBSTERS, WITH DR. AIKIN'S WISH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |