ROSES the lover gives to his love; Roses we lay on the breast of death That nevermore fondest whisper can move, -- Which is the sweeter, answer and prove, Passionate love, or sleep without breath? For love you burn with a crimson fire, For death you are pale as the winter's snow: Warm for the one, with the heart's desire, Cold for the other, since hopes expire, -- Which is the sweeter? When shall we know? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PERSPECTIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HEMLOCK AND CEDAR by CARL SANDBURG EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA |