In the brisk early hours of the morning When the birds come to sing their refrain, There I bask in the beauty of roses That were recently kissed by the rain. There that moist morning air bears a fragrance That no poet can ever explain. It's a fragrance found only in roses That are clustered and drenched by the rain. I adore all the dignified white ones For the grandeur and grace they retain; And the deep crimson blush of the red ones As they glitter with mist from the rain. When I go in response to that summons, And when you up on earth shall remain, Will you lay me to rest by the roses Where the clusters are drenched by the rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CANDLE INDOORS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE INDIGNANT CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HOPE PREFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ASPIRATIONS: 10 by MATHILDE BLIND A CHRYSALIS by MARY EMILY NEELEY BRADLEY NO RULE TO BE AFRAID OF by BERTON BRALEY AT SHAKESPEARE'S GRAVE by IRVING BROWNE F.B.C.; CHANCELLORSVILLE, MAY 3, 1863 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |