In the middle of my garden-bed There stands a tall rose-tree; I took the stem and shook and shook it, Thick the flowers kept covering me. And, oh! I said, you sweet large roses, Red as rose can be, Just drop into my bosom here, And die along with me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW IN A SWEDISH GRAVEYARD by EMMA LAZARUS IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE |