I Leaves that whisper whisper ever, Listen, listen, pray; Birds, that twitter, twitter softly, Do not say me nay; Winds, that breathe about, upon her, (Since I do not dare) Whisper, twitter, breathe unto her That I find her fair. II Rose whose soul unfolds white petaled Touch her soul rose-white; Rose whose thoughts unfold gold petaled Blossom in her sight; Rose whose heart unfolds red petaled Quick her slow heart's stir; Tell her white, gold, red my love is; And for her, -- for her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE PORTRAIT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A MIDSUMMER'S NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST by CHARLES HARPUR TO THE SMALL CELANDINE (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BEAUTY MAKES US HAPPY by PHILIP AYRES |