I SPIED beside the garden bed A tiny lass of ours, Who stopped and bent her sunny head Above the red June flowers. Pushing the leaves and thorns apart She singled out a rose, And in its inmost crimson heart, Enraptured, plunged her nose. "O dear, dear rose, come, tell me true — Come, tell me true," said she, "If I smell just as sweet to you As you smell sweet to me!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONRAD AT TWILIGHT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT EIGHT O'CLOCK by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE REALM OF FANCY by JOHN KEATS GLOUCESTER MOORS by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY THE LOVE OF GOD by ELIZA SCUDDER YOUTH AND CALM by MATTHEW ARNOLD TO A BUNCH OF GRAPES; RIPENING IN MY WINDOW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |