LITTLE ROSE-MOSS beside the stone, Are you lonely in the garden? There are no friends of you, And the birds are gone. Shall I pick you?" "Little girl up by the hollyhock, I am not lonely. I feel the sun burning, I hold light in my cup, I have all the rain I want, I think things to myself that you don't know, And I listen to the talk of crickets. I am not lonely, But you may pick me And take me to your mother." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN: A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THOREAU by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT THE SAME FOREVER by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR DESERTED DERRICK by MARY ELIZABETH BRANTLEY ALTERNATIVE by CHARLES TORY BRUCE A LANCASHIRE DIALOGUE, OCCASIONED BY A PREACHER WITHOUT NOTES by JOHN BYROM |