WHERE shall I find a white rose blowing?''" Out in the garden where all sweets be.''" But out in my garden the snow was snowing And never a white rose opened for me. Nought but snow and a wind were blowing And snowing. Where shall I find a blush rose blushing?''" On the garden wall or the garden bed.''" But out in my garden the rain was rushing And never a blush rose raised its head. Nothing glowing, flushing or blushing; Rain rushing. Where shall I find a red rose budding?''" Out in the garden where all things grow.''" But out in my garden a flood was flooding And never a red rose began to blow. Out in a flooding what should be budding? All flooding! Now is winter and now is sorrow, No roses but only thorns to-day: Thorns will put on roses to-morrow, Winter and sorrow scudding away. No more winter and no more sorrow To-morrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS AND HOW HE GAINED THEM by ROBERT SOUTHEY RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS by ALFRED TENNYSON DOOMSDAY: TREASURES IN HEAVEN by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) MAKE FRIENDS by ALI IBN ABU TALIB MARCH MADNESS ON EDGEWATER HILL by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL ASOLANDO: MUCKLE-MOUTH MEG by ROBERT BROWNING ASOLANDO: THE CARDINAL AND THE DOG by ROBERT BROWNING OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 10. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE SIXTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |