OH, touch that rosebud! it will bloom -- My lady fair! A passionate red in dim green gloom, A joy, a splendor, a perfume That sleeps in air. You touched my heart; it gave a thrill Just like a rose That opens at a lady's will; Its bloom is always yours, until You bid it close. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD SUNKEN GOLD by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON TO MY MOTHER by EDGAR ALLAN POE |