That overnight a rose could come I one time did believe, For when the fairies live with one, They willfully deceive. But now I know this perfect thing Under the frozen sod In cold and storm grew patiently Obedient to God. My wonder grows, since knowledge came Old fancies to dismiss; And courage comes. Was not the rose A winter doing this? Nor did it know, the weary while, What color and perfume With this completed loveliness Lay in that earthly tomb. So maybe I, who cannot see What God wills not to show, May, some day, bear a rose for Him It took my life to grow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROPHECY OF SAMUEL SEWALL by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO THE RAILROAD MEN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HESPERIDES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN AN ATELIER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO ONE IN A GARDEN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 33 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |