NOW Grave to Rose complaineth, "With tears the dawn down raineth What dost thou, Love's own bloom?" And Rose to Grave replieth, "What dost thou when down lieth Love's self in thy dark womb?" Saith Rose, "These tears down spilling, With honeyed breath distilling To odours I do bring." Saith Grave, "O blossom grieving, Each soul of Earth's bereaving I fledge with angel's wing." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ODE TO THE JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERSITY by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE ILLINOIS FARMER by CARL SANDBURG |