I saw thee 'mid the great and fair, Of all the lovely loveliest, And none who looked upon thee there But felt within thy presence blest, While I could only stand afar And in thy smile my heart repose, Or murmur as unto a star, The love I bore for thee, Sweet Rose. But oft I thought—What can I do To win a smile from those dear eyes? Of all who won I felt how few Were worthy of so bright a prize; For I would do some glorious deed That would my depth of love disclose, Then thou would'st in the effort read The love I bore for thee, Sweet Rose. Ah, still within my heart I hold The memory of that bright hour As tender hands thro' winter cold Protect the summer's fragile flow'r. It tells of golden moments gone, And promise in the future shows, So will I ever think upon The love I bore for thee, Sweet Rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HIGH TIDE AT [OR, ON THE COAST OF] LINCOLNSHIRE by JEAN INGELOW TO GOD AND IRELAND TRUE by ELLEN O'LEARY FALSTAFF'S SONG by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN SOME EYES CONDEMN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS JUNGLE by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG TO H. M. by FRANCIS BARNARD (20TH CENTURY) THE HARES; A FABLE by JAMES BEATTIE |