The roses were all red And the ivy was all black. Dear, it only needs one move from you For all my despairs to reawaken. The sky was too blue, too tender, The sea too green and the air too mild. I fear all the time, ever waiting, Some terrible flight from you. Of the holly with its varnished leaf And of the shining boxwood I am weary And of the never-ending countryside, And of everything, except you. Alas! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF AUTUMN by PAUL VERLAINE THE LOVER'S MESSAGE; SONG by JOHN DRYDEN HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WHEN YOU ARE OLD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I CLEANED MY HOUSE TODAY by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON |