Wandering out amain, Out to the jetty, Love is a rose again Of bright confetti. Stars that are crystal dust Besprinkle deep heaven, And over the earth's thin crust, Offer sweet leaven. Her hand is a touch of madness Which lips may hold; And time is love's kind sadness, Blessed to unfold. Again the rose is gone, Finding a thought . . . Blushed with the rhyme of dawn -- Of what we sought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF DISTRESS BEING HUMILIATED BY THE CLASSICAL CHINESE POETS by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II ROBIN REDBREAST by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE PASTURE POND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |