YOUR spoken words are roses fine and sweet, The songs you sing are perfect pearls of sound. How lavish nature is about your feet, To scatter flowers and jewels both around. Blushing the stream of petal beauty flows, Softly the white strings trickle down and shine. Oh! speak to me, my love, I crave a rose. Sing me a song, for I would pearls were mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HILLSIDE THAW by ROBERT FROST LAMENT FOR FLODDEN [FIELD] by JEAN ELLIOT (1727-1805) THE BOHEMIAN HYMN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON DARKNESS IS THINNING by GREGORY I ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER POEMS ON THE SLAVE TRADE: 6 by ROBERT SOUTHEY |