A ROSE is a rose all times of the year. I have one out in my garden there, In the deep grass out by the gray old stair -- A breath of June in December drear. Ah, but its red is a little sere, And nipped by the frost in last night's air! A rose is a rose all times of the year. I have one out in my garden there. So, when Love comes, he is counted dear, With his reed at his lips, in June-tide fair, A-piping sweet, or with wind-blown hair, And tears in his eyes in December drear. A rose is a rose all times of the year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADAM AND HIS FATHER by KAREN SWENSON THE MASK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO THE SOUTH ON ITS NEW SLAVERY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MAUBERLEY: 5. MEDALLION by EZRA POUND SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 12. VENUS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AFTER CHURCH by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE |