I entered a garden at midnight, Enticed by a rose at full bloom, Which was brimming with snow in the moonlight Like the frescoes incising a tomb. Next day there was droop to its stature As whiskery gray to life's reign, And next week, in the twilight of nature, My eyes sought its solace in vain. My heart at the memory shivered; An odor pervaded the air And I caught, where its beauty had quivered, A spirit still lingering there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FABLE: THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE PHANTOM SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LONG DELAYED by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM OUR CLUB by SYLVIA DILLAVOU BARCLAY FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SAD AND CHEERFUL SONGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |