LIVE all thy sweet life through, Sweet Rose, dew-sprent, Drop down thine evening dew, To gather it anew When day is bright: I fancy thou wast meant Chiefly to give delight. Sing in the silent sky, Glad soaring bird; Sing out thy notes on high To sunbeam straying by Or passing cloud; Heedless if thou art heard, Sing thy full song aloud. Oh that it were with me As with the flower! Blooming on its own tree For butterfly and bee Its summer morns: That I might bloom mine hour, A rose in spite of thorns. Oh that my work were done As birds' that soar Rejoicing in the sun: That when my time is run And daylight too, I so might rest once more Cool with refreshing dew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A UTILITARIAN VIEW OF THE MONITOR'S FIGHT by HERMAN MELVILLE MR. FLOOD'S PARTY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN AN ARTIST'S STUDIO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 1. GOOD NIGHT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AT BETHLEHEM: 1. THE CHILD by JOHN BANISTER TABB |