WHERE shall I find a white rose blowing?''" Out in the garden where all sweets be.''" But out in my garden the snow was snowing And never a white rose opened for me. Nought but snow and a wind were blowing And snowing. Where shall I find a blush rose blushing?''" On the garden wall or the garden bed.''" But out in my garden the rain was rushing And never a blush rose raised its head. Nothing glowing, flushing or blushing; Rain rushing. Where shall I find a red rose budding?''" Out in the garden where all things grow.''" But out in my garden a flood was flooding And never a red rose began to blow. Out in a flooding what should be budding? All flooding! Now is winter and now is sorrow, No roses but only thorns to-day: Thorns will put on roses to-morrow, Winter and sorrow scudding away. No more winter and no more sorrow To-morrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNET; OXFORD, 1916 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |