THE ROSE thou gav'''st at parting''" Hast thou forgot the hour? The moon was on the river, The dew upon the flower: Thy voice was full of tenderness, But, ah! thy voice misleads; The rose is like thy promises, Its thorn is like thy deeds. The winter cometh bleakly, And dark the time must be; But I can deem it summer To what thou'''st prov'''d to me. The snow that meets the sunlight Soon hastens from the scene; But melting snow is lasting, To what thy faith hath been. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIBERTY FOR ALL by WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON THE LORDS OF THE MAIN by JOSEPH STANSBURY PSALM 17. EXAUDI DOMINE JUSTITIAM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE SONG OF THE SAVOYARDS by HENRY AMES BLOOD THE MESSAGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |