I send to thee this fair and fragrant rose, Now, while the earth is desolate and bare; I send it to thee through the silvery snows That float, like down, upon the silent air, And should thy heart be sad o'er summer's death— Thy tender heart that mourns each fading thing— O, let the petals soft, the fragrant breath Speak of the resurrection of the spring; Then will a thousand buds burst into bloom, To gem the hills and grace the woodland lone; A thousand joys will struggle through the gloom, Far sweeter than thy heart has @3ever@1 known. Read thou this message, darling, in the rose, And seek the sunbeam through the wintry snows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD IRONSIDES by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE FIGHT OF THE ARMSTRONG PRIVATEER by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE |