THE sun, who smiles wherever he goes, Till the flowers all smile again, Fell in love one day with a bashful rose, That had been a bud till then. So he pushed back the folds of the soft green hood That covered her modest grace, And kissed her as only the bold sun could, Till the crimson burned in her face. But woe for the day when his golden hair Tangled her heart in a net; And woe for the night of her dark despair, When her cheek with tears was wet! For she loved him as only a young rose could: And he left her crushed and weak, Striving in vain with her faded hood To cover her burning cheek. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DAY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY TITUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CINQUAIN: NOVEMBER NIGHT by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE MEDAL; A SATIRE AGAINST SEDITION by JOHN DRYDEN CONSCIENCE AND REMORSE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO CERTAIN POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER ZION, OR THE CITY OF GOD by JOHN NEWTON ENGLAND AND AMERICA: 1. ON A RHINE STEAMER by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN |