It is not hard to tell of a rose That in another's garden grows, Or the green shadow of a tree That has cooled others, but not me, Or the star-radiance of a sky That heaven possesses, but not I; The rose is a scent, the tree a shade, The sky a temple God has made, But you are mine -- a flame that endures To warm my soul as it warms yours -- How can I praise it when its light Is the fierce pen with which I write? Back to the rose. I cannot see When sunlight is so close to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON HIS DEPARTURE HENCE by ROBERT HERRICK EPITAPH ON THOMAS CLERE, SURREY'S FAITHFUL FRIEND AND FOLLOWER by HENRY HOWARD TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT TO NIGHT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SARGENT'S PORTRAIT OF EDWIN BOOTH AT THE PLAYERS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |