MY sweet sun-tinted roses, faint and fair As morning twilight! though ye soon must fade, Still shall ye bloom for me. I will not braid Soft leaves and fragile blossoms in my hair, But for a few bright hours, with loving care I strive to paint the golden light and shade Wherein each curling petal is arrayed, And the translucent green your leaf-sprays wear. So would I keep sweet hopes, that else might die, And fragrant fancies, withering too fast, All fresh delight in earth, and sea, and sky, And the deep joy, so near akin to grief; That from the slumberous garden of the past I may not lose one sun-reflecting leaf. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS |