A friend sent me roses For my old blue bowl. Against a scarf of blue and amethyst, Color and fragrance are delicately blent. With the flowers have come enjoyment, Memories, longings, evasive dreams; For a lover once sent me roses For my old blue bowl. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: LILLI ALM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SECOND COMING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |