A ROSE is a rose all times of the year. I have one out in my garden there, In the deep grass out by the gray old stair -- A breath of June in December drear. Ah, but its red is a little sere, And nipped by the frost in last night's air! A rose is a rose all times of the year. I have one out in my garden there. So, when Love comes, he is counted dear, With his reed at his lips, in June-tide fair, A-piping sweet, or with wind-blown hair, And tears in his eyes in December drear. A rose is a rose all times of the year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SWEET NOSEGAY: AUTHOR MAKETH HER WILL & TESTAMENT: A COMMUNICATION . by ISABELLA WHITNEY BLESS THE BLESSED MORN by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE FIGHTING WORD by BERTON BRALEY SORROW AND JOY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 47 by BLISS CARMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. AS TO YOU O MOON by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. NOT OF MYSELF by EDWARD CARPENTER |