The roses were all red And the ivy was all black. Dear, it only needs one move from you For all my despairs to reawaken. The sky was too blue, too tender, The sea too green and the air too mild. I fear all the time, ever waiting, Some terrible flight from you. Of the holly with its varnished leaf And of the shining boxwood I am weary And of the never-ending countryside, And of everything, except you. Alas! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 2 by JAMES JOYCE CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH MIDSUMMER BIRDS by ROBERT FROST A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |