OH haste while roses bloom below, Oh haste while pale and bright above The sun and moon alternate glow, To pluck the rose of love. Yea, give the morning to the lark, The nightingale its glimmering grove, Give moonlight to the hungry dark, But to man's heart give love! Then haste while still the roses blow, And pale and bright in heaven above The sun and moon alternate glow, Pluck, pluck the rose of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PICTURE-SHOW by SIEGFRIED SASSOON A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 25 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT KEATS WAS AN UNBELIEVER by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE ADDRESS TO DUMOURIER by ROBERT BURNS EPITAPH ON CASTLEREAGH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO BEN JONSON; UPON OCCASION OF HIS ODE OF DEFIANCE ... by THOMAS CAREW SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 72 by BLISS CARMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE CURSE OF PROPERTY by EDWARD CARPENTER |