I wish that Nate had let me grow Some roses there! I would have pulled the phlox, but, oh, I did not dare! His mother planted of that phlox; So stiff and tall And friendlessly it grew, nor leaned Against the wall. For forty years I longed to have, Amid the fret, Some roses in the garden just To help forget. @3I wish that Nate had let me grow Some roses there! I would have pulled the phlox, but, oh, I did not dare!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GHOSTS OF A LUNATIC ASYLUM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE RAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BLUE-BUTTERFLY DAY by ROBERT FROST THE FINDING OF LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES NEW YORK AT NIGHT by AMY LOWELL SONGS OF TRAVEL: 2. YOUTH AND LOVE: 1 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |