Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ROSE AND THE WIND, by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON Poet's Biography First Line: When, think you, comes the wind Last Line: Roses must live and love, and winds must blow. Subject(s): Flowers; Roses; Wind | ||||||||
DAWN The Rose WHEN, think you, comes the Wind, The Wind that kisses me and is so kind? Lo, how the Lily sleeps! her sleep is light; Would I were like the Lily, pale and white! Will the Wind come? The Beech Perchance for you too soon. The Rose If not, how could I live until the noon? What, think you, Beech-tree, makes the Wind delay? Why comes he not at breaking of the day? The Beech Hush, child, and, like the Lily, go to sleep. The Rose You know I cannot. The Beech Nay, then, do not weep. (After a pause) Your lover comes, be happy now, O Rose! He softly through my bending branches goes. Soon he shall come, and you shall feel his kiss. The Rose Already my flush'd heart grows faint with bliss; Love, I have long'd for you through all the night. The Wind And I to kiss your petals warm and bright. The Rose Laugh round me, Love, and kiss me; it is well. Nay, have no fear, the Lily will not tell. MORNING The Rose 'T was dawn when first you came; and now the sun Shines brightly and the dews of dawn are done. 'T is well you take me so in your embrace; But lay me back again into my place, For I am worn, perhaps with bliss extreme. The Wind Nay, you must wake, Love, from this childish dream. The Rose 'T is you, Love, who seem changed; your laugh is loud, And 'neath your stormy kiss my head is bow'd. O Love, O Wind, a space will you not spare? The Wind Not while your petals are so soft and fair. The Rose My buds are blind with leaves, they cannot see, -- O Love, O Wind, will you not pity me? EVENING The Beech O Wind, a word with you before you pass; What did you to the Rose that on the grass Broken she lies and pale, who lov'd you so? The Wind Roses must live and love, and winds must blow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE WIND by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN LEAF LITTER ON ROCK FACE by HEATHER MCHUGH RESIDENTIAL AREA by JOSEPHINE MILES THE DAY THE WINDS by JOSEPHINE MILES VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN OH IT'S PRETTY WINDY OUTSIDE by LARRY EIGNER THE OLD CHURCHYARD OF BONCHURCH by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON |
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