WHERE shall I find a white rose blowing?''" Out in the garden where all sweets be.''" But out in my garden the snow was snowing And never a white rose opened for me. Nought but snow and a wind were blowing And snowing. Where shall I find a blush rose blushing?''" On the garden wall or the garden bed.''" But out in my garden the rain was rushing And never a blush rose raised its head. Nothing glowing, flushing or blushing; Rain rushing. Where shall I find a red rose budding?''" Out in the garden where all things grow.''" But out in my garden a flood was flooding And never a red rose began to blow. Out in a flooding what should be budding? All flooding! Now is winter and now is sorrow, No roses but only thorns to-day: Thorns will put on roses to-morrow, Winter and sorrow scudding away. No more winter and no more sorrow To-morrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET SPEAKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM THE JOY OF WRITING by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA |