@3Song@1 IN summer when the rose-bushes Have names like all the sweetest hushes In a bird's song, -- Susan, Hannah, Martha, Harriet, and Rosannah, My coral neck And my little song Are very extra And very Susie; A little kiss like a gold bee stings My childish life so sweet and rosy . . . Like country clouds of clouted cream The round and flaxen blond leaves seem, And dew in trills And dew in pearls Falls from every gardener's posy; Marguerites, roses, A flaxen lily, Water-chilly, Buttercups where the dew reposes In fact each flower young and silly, The gardener ties in childish posies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE WHITE KNIGHT'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE SCHOOL GIRL by WILLIAM HENRY VENABLE A BIRD AT SUNSET by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A MIDNIGHT SUN EPISODE by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER SONG TO ONE WHO, WHEN I PRAIS'D MY MISTRESS' BEAUTY, SAID I WAS BLIND by THOMAS CAREW |