As one red rose in a garden where all other roses are white Blossoms alone in its glory, crowned all alone In a solitude of own sweetness and fragrance of own delight, With loveliness not another's and thorns its own; As one ruddy sun amid million orbs comely and colourless, Among all others, above all others is known; As it were alone in the garden, alone in the heavenly place, Chief and centre of all, in fellowship yet alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 6. GRUACH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY PER PACEM AD LUCEM by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE INCENSE BURNER by ABUS SALT SONNET: HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A RONDEAU OF REGRETS by HENRI BAUDE TO MY TOTEM by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 1ST SERIES. SPIES ALTERA; TO THE FUTURE MANX POET by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |