OH haste while roses bloom below, Oh haste while pale and bright above The sun and moon alternate glow, To pluck the rose of love. Yea, give the morning to the lark, The nightingale its glimmering grove, Give moonlight to the hungry dark, But to man's heart give love! Then haste while still the roses blow, And pale and bright in heaven above The sun and moon alternate glow, Pluck, pluck the rose of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRYSTAL CABINET by WILLIAM BLAKE ONLY WAITING by FRANCES LAUGHTON MACE UPON THE CIRCUMCISION by JOHN MILTON THE NEWLY WEDDED by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED ARIEL'S SONG (2), FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |