LET pride grow big, my rose, and let the clear And damask colour of thy leaves appear; Let scent and looks be sweet and bless that hand That did transplant thee to that sacred land. O happy thou that in that garden rests, That paradise between that lady's breasts! There's an eternal Spring; there shalt thou lie Betwixt two lily mounts, and never die. There shalt thou spring amongst the fertile valleys, By buds like thee that grow in midst of alleys. There none dare pluck thee, for that place is such, That, but a good divine, there's none dare touch. If any but approach, straight doth arise A blushing lightning flash and blasts his eyes. There, 'stead of rain, shall living fountains flow, For wind, her fragrant breath for ever blow: Nor now, as erst, one sun shall on thee shine, But those two glorious suns, her eyes divine. O then, what monarch would not think't a grace To leave his regal throne to have thy place? Myself, to gain thy blessed seat, do vow, Would be transform'd into a rose as thou. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT by EMMA LAZARUS BONNYBELL: THE BUTTERFLY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN CABANIS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS UNDER A PATCHED SAIL by MARIANNE MOORE |