MY Lilla gave me yestermorn A rose, methinks in Eden born, And as she gave it, little elf! She blush'd like any rose herself. Then said I, full of tenderness, "Since this sweet rose I owe to you, Dear girl, why may I not possess The lovelier Rose that gave it too?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST THE TWO OLD BACHELORS by EDWARD LEAR ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 1 by PHILIP SIDNEY IN STATE by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON TO ONE WHO ASKED by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |