ROSE, on this terrace fifty years ago, When I was in my June, you in your May, Two words, 'My Rose,' set all your face aglow, And now that I am white and you are gray, That blush of fifty years ago, my dear, Blooms in the past, but close to me to-day, As this red rose, which on our terrace here Glows in the blue of fifty miles away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PALINODE; AUTUMN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 5. ALLAH-AL-KUDDUS by EDWIN ARNOLD MARIE MIGNOT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE BOOK OF AHANIA by WILLIAM BLAKE LOVE, GIVE ME THE FEEL OF TO-MORROW by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY DE HISTRICE. EX CLAUDIANO by CLAUDIAN |