I know that I shall never see A rose with its deep crimson hue In clusters blooming -- two or three But brings a cherished dream of you. I told you that I loved you so, One rose I pinned upon your hair; Then love was young and true, you know, And you, my sweetheart, ever fair. Though years have drifted slowly by The fancies that we wove are gone; The roses bloom, then fade and die, But fragrance sweet will linger on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTOBER by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS HYMN TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY FORT GRISWOLD, SEPT. 6, 1781 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE EAVES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE DEATH OF SCHILLER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT EPITAPH ON JAMES GRIEVE, THE LAIRD OF BOGHEAD by ROBERT BURNS |