O LITTLE timid rose, That if the zephyr blows Tremblest with fear, O dainty tender one, That blushest if the sun Glances anear. Yet fragile as thou art, The secret of thy heart Who thinks to win? Closer than bars of gold Thy silken petals hold The prize within. And winds in vain may blow, And fiercest sunbeams glow Above thy head; For when thy sweet heart lies Open to eager eyes,— Lo, thou art dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM |