I dreamt the Roses one time went To meet and sit in Parliament: The place for these, and for the rest Of flowers, was thy spotlesse breast: Over the which a State was drawne Of Tiffanie, or Cob-web Lawne; Then in that Parly, all those powers Voted the Rose; the Queen of flowers. But so, as that her self should be The maide of Honour unto thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUCHSIA HEDGES IN CONNACHT by PADRAIC COLUM LEXINGTON; 1775 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER CHRIST THE CONSOLER by HENRY WILLIAMS BAKER QUATORZAINS: 7. ANOTHER FANTASTIC SIMILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |