So quietly she turned her head And to her watching mother said: "The Summer must be getting near; The roses soon will blossom red -- I shall not see them, Mother dear. "And yet, dear Mother, I am glad That every rose my garden had Will come again when I can not. The world is never really sad; The world blooms on, no matter what. "I'd like to have you keep it so, My garden, as it used to grow. I'm glad, although I shall be gone, The garden that I used to know Will just go blooming on, and on -- "And if you love me, that is how To please me -- keep it just as now; For then the roses yet to be To all my friends will smile and bow, And they will smile, and think of me." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST THE DINNER-PARTY by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WAR VERSE (1914) by EZRA POUND BEFORE THE FLOWERS OF FRIENDSHIP FADED FADED: 21 by GERTRUDE STEIN SURFACE AND STRUCTURE: BONAVENTURE HOTEL, LOS ANGELES by KAREN SWENSON |