In the brisk early hours of the morning When the birds come to sing their refrain, There I bask in the beauty of roses That were recently kissed by the rain. There that moist morning air bears a fragrance That no poet can ever explain. It's a fragrance found only in roses That are clustered and drenched by the rain. I adore all the dignified white ones For the grandeur and grace they retain; And the deep crimson blush of the red ones As they glitter with mist from the rain. When I go in response to that summons, And when you up on earth shall remain, Will you lay me to rest by the roses Where the clusters are drenched by the rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO -, WITH A ROSE by SIDNEY LANIER YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM HALLOWED GROUND by THOMAS CAMPBELL ON BEING ASKED FOR A WAR POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 13. ON LYRIC POETRY by MARK AKENSIDE |