'T WAS wrong — but can you blame me? I never craved her pardon! She stooped to smell the roses, Red growing in her garden. Impulsive! That's my nature. And daring! please don't mention! When aught I see worth having, I overstep convention. Don't you? Now think a minute, How youth's warm blood so rushes! You know the great temptation In watching crimson blushes. I stole upon her softly, I caught her — kissed her madly! 'T was all so satisfying, Excuse I gave her gladly. "For don't you see, my darling, Of wrong this all disposes — (With guilty heart I said it) I thought your cheeks were roses!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARIZONA POEMS: 2. MEXICAN QUARTER by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER TO ANTHEA [WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING] by ROBERT HERRICK CHAMBER MUSIC: 36 by JAMES JOYCE A FOREIGN RULER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SPRING'S WELCOME, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT |