O ROSE, so subtly sweet! What dost thou in the snow -- The time of frost and sleet, When roses should not blow -- Playing at summer so? When we that beauty meet, Which nightingales in June For love and bliss entreat, With what cold, wintry rune Shall we thy praise entune? My Rose, so subtly sweet, Thy rose-red lips I kiss; I kneel at thy dear feet, Dear Rose, and do not miss The summer's by-gone bliss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE PIKER'S RUBAIYAT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO HAFIZ by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FIRST CANTO, OR NEW MOON by WILLIAM BASSE THE FIGHTING WORD by BERTON BRALEY |