Wandering out amain, Out to the jetty, Love is a rose again Of bright confetti. Stars that are crystal dust Besprinkle deep heaven, And over the earth's thin crust, Offer sweet leaven. Her hand is a touch of madness Which lips may hold; And time is love's kind sadness, Blessed to unfold. Again the rose is gone, Finding a thought . . . Blushed with the rhyme of dawn -- Of what we sought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDIAN SUMMER by SARA TEASDALE FACADE: 27. WHEN SIR BEELZEBUB by EDITH SITWELL IN REMEMBRANCE by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER PETITION (1) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE AT SEA by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON |