@3Song@1 IN summer when the rose-bushes Have names like all the sweetest hushes In a bird's song, -- Susan, Hannah, Martha, Harriet, and Rosannah, My coral neck And my little song Are very extra And very Susie; A little kiss like a gold bee stings My childish life so sweet and rosy . . . Like country clouds of clouted cream The round and flaxen blond leaves seem, And dew in trills And dew in pearls Falls from every gardener's posy; Marguerites, roses, A flaxen lily, Water-chilly, Buttercups where the dew reposes In fact each flower young and silly, The gardener ties in childish posies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 48 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MONT BLANC; LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TIPPERARY: 3. AS THE INTERLINEARS MIGHT TAKE IT FROM XENOPHON by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE LITTLE OLD WOMEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE WOUNDED VULTURE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA SATURDAY NIGHT AT SEA by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD WITH YOU by THOMAS H. BRIGGS JR. THE ROCK OF LIBERTY; A PILGRIM ODE, 1620-1920: 2. STRUGGLE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |