GO, pretty Rose, and to her tell All I would say, could I but see The slender form I know so well, The roguish eyes that laughed at me. And when your fragrance fills the room, Tell her of all I hope and fear; With every breath of sweet perfume, Whisper my greetings in her ear. But, Roses, stay, there is one thing You must not mention (don't forget! For it might be embarrassing); And that is -- you're not paid for yet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR RECOMPENSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL A JOYFUL SONG OF FIVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |