Love's roses I gathered, all dewy, in May, My heart holds the breath of their attar to-day; And now, while the blasts of the winter winds ring, I hear not the tempest, I'm dreaming of Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHEN I AM DEAD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WAITING IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by CLARENCE MAJOR THE BLIND GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG |