I WENT down the ways of the roses this noon, The birds were in tune with the infinite skies, And all my heart sang, "It is June, it is June," And all my soul teemed with the lovely sur-prise, As I went down the ways of the roses this noon. And into my garden the shades bade them come, The wayfaring dreams that came forth of the sun: "Come, rest," said the roses, "ere further ye roam;" "Be my guests" said my heart, "till the day it be done," As into my garden the shades bade them come. 0 long the dreams tarried within that sweet place, And unto my heart and the roses they told, How on their long travel they met with a face All clouded with hair of the sun's fairest gold -- And my heart and the roses sighed in the sweet place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SEA STORY by EMILY HENRIETTA HICKEY THE SUPPLIANT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE BEGINNER by RUDYARD KIPLING AT LORD'S [CRICKET GROUND] by FRANCIS THOMPSON PASTURES by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP by EMILY JANE BRONTE EPITAPH ON MR. FRANCIS LEE OF THE TEMPLE, GENT. by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |