O happy Rose, red Rose, that bloomest lonely Where there are none to gather while they love thee; That art perfumed by thine own fragrance only, Resting like incense round thee and above thee; -- Thou hearest nought save some pure stream that flows, O happy Rose. What tho' for thee no nightingales are singing? They chant one eve, but hush them in the morning. Near thee no little moths and bees are winging To steal thy honey when the day is dawning; -- Thou keep'st thy sweetness till the twilight's close, O happy Rose. Then rest in peace, thou lone and lovely flower; Yea be thou glad, knowing that none are near thee To mar thy beauty in a wanton hour, And scatter all thy leaves, nor deign to wear thee. Securely in thy solitude repose, O happy Rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIGHT [AND LOVE] by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON THE MAN HE KILLED by THOMAS HARDY A FIESOLAN IDYL by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE MAN WHO DREAMED OF FAERYLAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MOUNTAIN FROLIC by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS BEAUTIFUL LADY by SHEILA BARBOUR A SONG OF CONTRDICTIONS by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD |