ROSE of the desert of my heart, Moon of the night that is my soul, Thou can'st not know how sweet thou art, Nor what wild tides thy beams control. For all thy heart a garden is, Thy soul is like a dawn of May. And garden and dawn might both be his, Who from them both must turn away. Oh, garden of the Spring's delight! Oh, dewy dawn of perfect noon! I will not pluck thy roses white Or warm thy May-time into June. I can but bless thee, moon and rose, And journey far and very far To where the night no moonbeam shows, To where no happy roses are! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS |