WITH the rose the butterfly's deep in love, A thousand times hovering round; But round himself, all tender like gold, The sun's sweet ray is hovering found. With whom is the rose herself in love? An answer I'd fain receive. Is it the singing nightingale? Is it the silent star of eve? I know not with whom the rose is in love, But every one love I: The rose, the nightingale, sun's sweet ray, The star of eve and butterfly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT SONG by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MITHRIDATES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY RETIREMENT: AN ODE by JAMES BEATTIE WORTH FOREST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 5. OLIVER GOLDSMITH by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |