O ROSE, so subtly sweet! What dost thou in the snow -- The time of frost and sleet, When roses should not blow -- Playing at summer so? When we that beauty meet, Which nightingales in June For love and bliss entreat, With what cold, wintry rune Shall we thy praise entune? My Rose, so subtly sweet, Thy rose-red lips I kiss; I kneel at thy dear feet, Dear Rose, and do not miss The summer's by-gone bliss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 26 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A GAGE D'AMOUR by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE USE OF FLOWERS by MARY HOWITT THOMAS MACDONAGH by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH OF HER FAUN [OR, FAWN] by ANDREW MARVELL A DIRGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |