THIS was the rose that yesterday Made my nook of the garden gay; Bonnie and blithe and debonair, Kissed of the sun and summer air, Sweet coquette in a ruffled dress, Glad of life and its loveliness. Would I had thought it greater sin Thus to pluck it and bring it in, Here where the dusk of the sunless room Blurred its beauty and killed its bloom, Till none would say this drooping thing Once was merriest child of Spring. Only a fading rose, and yet, Wakes in my heart a strange regret, Such as might come if one should see Columbine in her tragedy, Or a laughter-loving, little Pierrette, A sob in her throat and her blue eyes wet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEART'S FIRST WORD (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG OUR GOOD PRESIDENT by PHOEBE CARY TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 1: 16. PERSUASION by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BETWEEN WAND AND WELT by MARGARET AHO |