Roses and rose-buds, red and white, Nestled between your breasts to-night, And, lying there with drowsy breath, Sweetly resigned themselves to death. Ah, cruel child! that would not so Suffer the perfumed life to go, But, hungering for the rose's heart Of midmost sweetness, plucked apart Petal from petal: "Ah!" you said (With lips that kissed white roses red) "To live on love and roses!" Well, But if the rose were Muriel? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOW-DOWN WHITE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE SONNET: 8 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LATAKIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FESSEDEN'S GARDEN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN |