BESIDE a Dial in the leafy close, Where every bush was burning with the Rose, With million roses falling flake by flake Upon the lawn in fading summer snows: I read the Persian Poet's rhyme of old, Each thought a ruby in a ring of gold -- Old thoughts so young, that, after all these years, They're writ on every rose-leaf yet unrolled. You may not know the secret tongue aright The Sunbeams on their rosy tablets write; Only a poet may perchance translate Those ruby-tinted hieroglyphs of light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KIT CARSON'S RIDE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE SMACK IN SCHOOL by WILLIAM PITT PALMER ADONAIS; AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY QUATRAIN: FROM EASTERN SOURCES: 3 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A SALON SCENE by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG DANUBE AND THE EUXINE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN GIRLS! PASS ALONG! by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |