Oh if I were the velvet rose Upon the red rose vine, I'd climb to touch his window And make his casement fine. And if I were the little bird That twitters on the tree, All day I'd sing my love for him Till he should harken me. But since I am a maiden I go with downcast eyes, And he will never hear the songs That he has turned to sighs. And since I am a maiden My love will never know That I could kiss him with a mouth More red than roses blow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD'S BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR VICTOR RAFOLSKI ON ART by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE STRAPLESS by KAREN SWENSON A WINTER NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE NEW LOVE AND OLD by SARA TEASDALE THE DISPUTE OF THE HEART AND BODY OF FRANCOIS VILLON by FRANCOIS VILLON |