WHEN @3red and white the rose of June Made merry all the morning air, A gardener, with many a tune, Went gathering the blossoms rare. His hands were bright as any bloom, All scratched and seamed with working there — He minded but the mild perfume, Knew only that the work was fair. And when he spied the crimson dew Upon the hands with labor worn, He smiled with knowledge deep and true; "Who loves the rose must love the thorn."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 1. SUNRISE IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE BLACK MONKEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |