When the buds began to burst, Long ago, with Rose the First I was walking; joyous then Far above all other men, Till before us up there stood Britonferry's oaken wood, Whispering, "@3Happy as thou art@1, @3Happiness and thou must part@1." Many summers have gone by Since a Second Rose and I (Rose from that same stem) have told This and other tales of old. She upon her wedding-day Carried home my tenderest lay; From her lap I now have heard Gleeful, chirping, Rose the Third. Not for @3ber@1 this hand of mine Rhyme with nuptial wreath shall twine; Cold and torpid it must lie, Mute the tongue, and closed the eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: 7. THE MEASURE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS CAMPION MY PICTURE LEFT IN SCOTLAND by BEN JONSON POET FLAYS TEMPTATIONS OF CITY LIFE by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP DEATH IN A BALL-ROOM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 9 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |