Paestum! thy roses long ago, All roses far above, Twice in the year were call'd to blow And braid the locks of Love. He saw the city sink in dust, Its rose's roots decay'd, And cried in sorrow, "Find I must Another for my braid." First Cyprus, then the Syrian shore, To Pharpar's lucid rill, Did those two large dark eyes explore, But wanted something still. Damascus fill'd his heart with joy, So sweet her roses were! He cull'd them; but the wayward boy Thought them ill worth his care. "I want them every month," he cried, "I want them every hour: Perennial rose, and none beside, Henceforth shall be my flower." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PARADOX by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 36. LIFE-IN-LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI RELIGION; AN ESSAY IN COUPLETS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON BOAR'S HILL; OCTOBER, 1919 by VERA MARY BRITTAIN SIC A WIFE AS WILLIE HAD by ROBERT BURNS THE PRIZE OF THE MARGARETTA by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON |