I Leaves that whisper whisper ever, Listen, listen, pray; Birds, that twitter, twitter softly, Do not say me nay; Winds, that breathe about, upon her, (Since I do not dare) Whisper, twitter, breathe unto her That I find her fair. II Rose whose soul unfolds white petaled Touch her soul rose-white; Rose whose thoughts unfold gold petaled Blossom in her sight; Rose whose heart unfolds red petaled Quick her slow heart's stir; Tell her white, gold, red my love is; And for her, -- for her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON MARCHING (AS SEEN FROM THE LEFT FILE) by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE DREARY CHANGE by WALTER SCOTT REMEMBER WITH A SONG by STEWART ATKINS THE LAST MAN: BONA DE MORTUIS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES REPRISALS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |