The Rose is Love's own flower, and Love's no less The Lily's tenderness. Then half their dignity must Roses yield To Lilies of the field? Nay, diverse notes make up true harmony, All-fashioned loves agree: Love wears the Lily's whiteness, and Love glows In the deep-hearted Rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA-GRAVE by SARA TEASDALE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1878 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A BROADWAY PAGEANT by WALT WHITMAN A SONG FOR MY FELLOWS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 92. AL-ZARR by EDWIN ARNOLD |