AFTER the honey drops of pearly showers, Urania walk'd to gather flowers: 'Sweet Rose,' I heard her say, 'why are these fears? Are these drops on thy cheek thy tears? By those thy beauty fresher is, thy smell Arabian spices doth excel.' 'This rain,' the Rose replied, 'feeds and betrays My odours; adds and cuts off days: Had I not spread my leaves to catch this dew, My scent had not invited you.' Urania sigh'd, and softly said, ''Tis so, Showers blow the Rose, and ripen woe; For mine, alas! when washt in floods sweet clean, Heaven put his hand forth, and did glean.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS LOST LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE LIGHT THAT LIES by THOMAS MOORE LE MARAIS DU CYNGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |