Dear Chloe, this rose I send as a token; Yet do not suppose, Dear Chloe, this rose Can begin to disclose All that I would have spoken, Dear Chloe! This rose I send as a token. On its lips a caress I have placed for your finding! Ah, I could not do less On its lips! A caress, I admit with distress, On a rose is not binding! On its lips a caress I have placed for your finding. Like the rose, my poor heart Will pine if neglected. While it now blooms apart Like the rose, my poor heart Will wither and smart If its suit be rejected! Like the rose my poor heart Will pine if neglected! So, Chloe, dear child, Give heed to my wooing, And be reconciled So, Chloe, dear child, To my flower and the mild- Mannered course I'm pursuing! So, Chloe, dear child, Give heed to my wooing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST MAN'S CLUB by JAMES GALVIN JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UNDER THE CEDARCROFT CHESTNUT by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ADAM WEIRAUCH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELMER BARR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |