ROSE has left me alone in this library corner, With the last magazine, and orders to smoke; But I can't relish even the latest of Warner, Or laugh at a joke. I, who once waited for weeks without seeing Rose, who is near me now day after day, Find myself all out of tune at her being An hour away. This story, she's sure to ask if I've read it; I'd much rather not, but I promised I would: Very likely the hero's perfection, she said it Would do me good. Read of devotion now when I am giving it All to the Rose who shall be my wife? Read of love when one is having it, living it In one's life? Hark! That's her waltz that somebody's humming Down the long hallway; ah, surely, I hear Her footstep, the swing of her gown! she is coming, -- Is here! . . . . . Before I tell you, dear, how I have missed you, I'll finish this verse -- find a rhyme for me; Well, just to have done with, we'll end it in "Kissed you;" Now for the tea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BUSINESS REVERSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 12 by EZRA POUND THAT VAGRANT MISTRAL VEXING THE SUN: A FAR CRY by DARA WIER |