THE sun, who smiles wherever he goes, Till the flowers all smile again, Fell in love one day with a bashful rose, That had been a bud till then. So he pushed back the folds of the soft green hood That covered her modest grace, And kissed her as only the bold sun could, Till the crimson burned in her face. But woe for the day when his golden hair Tangled her heart in a net; And woe for the night of her dark despair, When her cheek with tears was wet! For she loved him as only a young rose could: And he left her crushed and weak, Striving in vain with her faded hood To cover her burning cheek. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOYAGE A L'INFINI by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG THE RIDE-BY-NIGHTS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO LIZBIE BROWNE by THOMAS HARDY MEDITATIONS OF A HINDU [OR, HINDOO] PRINCE [AND SKEPTIC] by ALFRED COMYNS LYALL THE GREAT SAINT BERNARD by SAMUEL ROGERS |