(For a Drawing) 'WHY wilt thou cast the roses from thine hair? Nay, be thou all a rose,--wreath, lips, and cheek. Nay, not this house,--that banquet-house we seek; See how they kiss and enter; come thou there. This delicate day of love we two will share Till at our ear love's whispering night shall speak. What, sweet one,--hold'st thou still the foolish freak? Nay, when I kiss thy feet they'll leave the stair.' 'Oh loose me! See'st thou not my Bridegroom's face That draws me to Him? For His feet my kiss, My hair, my tears He craves to-day:--and oh! What words can tell what other day and place Shall see me clasp those blood-stained feet of His? He needs me, calls me, loves me: let me go!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 87 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS by WALT WHITMAN HUSH OF TWILIGHT by G. KENYON ASHENDEN THE IVY; ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON ARISTOPHANES' APOLOGY; BEING THE LAST ADVENTURE OF BALAUSTION: PART 3 by ROBERT BROWNING TO EVENING by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |