I call my love @3Rosina@1, little rose; But yet in what rose-garden could you see A flower fair as is the one that grows Rose-red upon the lips that smile for me? Her brow is as the whiteness of the snows; Her eyes are as the color of the sea. I call my love @3Rosina@1, little rose, Yet she is fairer far than roses be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARCO BOZZARIS by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 11. THE LOVE-LETTER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 22. THE CELESTIAL SURGEON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE PUMPKIN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER CHORUS FROM A TRAGEDY by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) NOVEMBER 4TH, 1937 by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |