LET pride grow big, my rose, and let the clear And damask colour of thy leaves appear; Let scent and looks be sweet and bless that hand That did transplant thee to that sacred land. O happy thou that in that garden rests, That paradise between that lady's breasts! There's an eternal Spring; there shalt thou lie Betwixt two lily mounts, and never die. There shalt thou spring amongst the fertile valleys, By buds like thee that grow in midst of alleys. There none dare pluck thee, for that place is such, That, but a good divine, there's none dare touch. If any but approach, straight doth arise A blushing lightning flash and blasts his eyes. There, 'stead of rain, shall living fountains flow, For wind, her fragrant breath for ever blow: Nor now, as erst, one sun shall on thee shine, But those two glorious suns, her eyes divine. O then, what monarch would not think't a grace To leave his regal throne to have thy place? Myself, to gain thy blessed seat, do vow, Would be transform'd into a rose as thou. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I SAW THREE SHIPS by MOTHER GOOSE RIDDLE: A CANDLE by MOTHER GOOSE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 91 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A TRIP TO PARIS AND BELGIUM: 16. ANTWERP TO GHENT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A FORSAKEN GARDEN by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE I SHALL NOT CARE by SARA TEASDALE |