Maiden May sat in her bower, In her blush rose bower in flower, Sweet of scent; Sat and dreamed away an hour, Half content, half uncontent. Why should rose blossoms be born, Tender blossoms, on a thorn Tho' so sweet? Never a thorn besets the corn Scentless in its strength complete. "Why are roses all so frail, At the mercy of a gale, Of a breath? Yet so sweet in life and death." Maiden May sat in her bower, In her blush rose bower in flower, Where a linnet Made one bristling branch the tower For her nest and young ones in it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BOOK OF STONES AND LILIES by AMY LOWELL ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COONEY POTTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE |