I SPIED beside the garden bed A tiny lass of ours, Who stopped and bent her sunny head Above the red June flowers. Pushing the leaves and thorns apart She singled out a rose, And in its inmost crimson heart, Enraptured, plunged her nose. "O dear, dear rose, come, tell me true — Come, tell me true," said she, "If I smell just as sweet to you As you smell sweet to me!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO FINE LADY WOULD-BE by BEN JONSON KNEE-DEEP IN JUNE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY BREAK, BREAK, BREAK by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 62. AL-MUMIT by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALME 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A SUPPLICATION FOR LOVE, HYMN 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |