IN the heart of a rose Lies the heart of a maid; If you be not afraid You will wear it. Who knows? In the pink of its bloom, Lay your lips to her cheek; Since a rose cannot speak, And you gain the perfume. If the dews on the leaf Are the tears from her eyes; If she withers and dies, Why, you have the belief, That a rose cannot speak, Though the heart of a maid In its bosom must fade, And with fading must break. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA-MEW by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON THE WEST WIND by JOHN MASEFIELD TO A FRIEND ON HER BIRTH-DAY by BERNARD BARTON PSALM 116 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE PAGODA by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |