ROSE Love lay dreaming where I passed, Like flower blown from careless stem; So still I dared to touch at last Her white robe's hem. Rose Love looked up and caught my hand, Though in her eyes the sea-birds were; When o'er my brow there blew a strand Of cold, grey hair. Rose Love stood up unriddling this, Till shadows in my eyes grew old; Then warmed the lock with sudden kiss; Now flames it gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF DEAD FRIENDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |