GO, Rose, go, and on Themira's breast Find, happy flower, thy throne and tomb; When jealous of a fate so blest, How shall I envy thee thy doom? Should some rude hand approach thee there, Guard the sweet shrine thou wilt adorn; Ah! punish those who rashly dare, And for my rivals keep thy thorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK MAMMY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |