In my garden fair a rose On a long green branch was swaying, "The sweetest flower that blows," Whispered the wind in its straying. A hand reached over the wall, To gather my rose entrancing, A voice said, "Sweetest of all, Come!" and the rose went dancing. Empty my garden fair, Bare the long branch swinging; No butterflies linger there, No birds pause in their winging. I grieve not for sweetness gone, That the brief bright day is over, Dew-pearled in the radiant dawn, My rose, -- on the lips of a lover. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A CATHEDRAL CITY by THOMAS HARDY AUTUMN AND SPRING by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 91 by EDWIN ARNOLD THE ARCHERY MEETING by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY TO SIMPLICITY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS PSALM 11. IN DOMINO CONFIDO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE SENTRY'S MISTAKE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |