WHEN @3red and white the rose of June Made merry all the morning air, A gardener, with many a tune, Went gathering the blossoms rare. His hands were bright as any bloom, All scratched and seamed with working there — He minded but the mild perfume, Knew only that the work was fair. And when he spied the crimson dew Upon the hands with labor worn, He smiled with knowledge deep and true; "Who loves the rose must love the thorn."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEETING AND PASSING by ROBERT FROST A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING by JOHN DRYDEN A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON HASCHEESH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A CHARACTER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE TULIP AND THE LILY, SELECTION by JAMES BARCLAY |