ROSE, on this terrace fifty years ago, When I was in my June, you in your May, Two words, 'My Rose,' set all your face aglow, And now that I am white and you are gray, That blush of fifty years ago, my dear, Blooms in the past, but close to me to-day, As this red rose, which on our terrace here Glows in the blue of fifty miles away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW ROBIN REDBREAST by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE THE MESSIAH by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD THE HAPPY LOVER by PHILIP AYRES THE TRAGEDY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE GENTLE CHECK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |