I wish that Nate had let me grow Some roses there! I would have pulled the phlox, but, oh, I did not dare! His mother planted of that phlox; So stiff and tall And friendlessly it grew, nor leaned Against the wall. For forty years I longed to have, Amid the fret, Some roses in the garden just To help forget. @3I wish that Nate had let me grow Some roses there! I would have pulled the phlox, but, oh, I did not dare!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC POETICAL ABSTRACTS: 2. METAPHYSICAL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL |