RAMBLER ROSE in great clusters, Looking at me, at my mother with me Under this apple-tree, Your faces watch us from outside the shade. The wind blows on you, The rain drops on you, The sun shines on you, You are brighter than before. You turn your faces to the wind And watch my mother and me, Thinking of things I cannot mention Outside of my mind. Rambler Rose in the shining wind, You smile at me, Smile at my mother! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOOD GREAT MAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IN THE PINK' by SIEGFRIED SASSOON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 36. ASH-SHAKIR by EDWIN ARNOLD RIDDLE OF GOD by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS OLD REMEDIES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |