Ah me, if I grew sweet to man It was but as a rose that can No longer keep the breath that heaves And swells among its folded leaves. The pressing fragrance would unclose The flower, and I become a rose, That unimpeachable and fair Planted its sweetness in the air. No art I used men's love to draw; I lived but by my being's law, As roses are by heaven designed To bring the honey to the wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORIAL VERSES by MATTHEW ARNOLD NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A CONSECRATION by JOHN MASEFIELD THE COLISEUM by EDGAR ALLAN POE SIBLINGS OF A GRAYER SKY by NAVEED ALAM FIRST LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS DESERT by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON |