I gathered blushing roses kissed by June, I pressed their tender petals to my heart, And then, as children do, I tore apart Their scented loveliness; (my life's at noon) And though the leaves were by soft winds bestrewn I took the perfumed sweetness to the mart In jars that Memory fashioned by her art So I might keep the spirit of the June. How like, Virginia, are thy roses now To Spring-time's crowning glories, fresh and sweet? Yet Time will rend thy blooms, and years, somehow Bear off the rapturous red of youth's conceit, But Memory lives and holds for me I trow, The pure child fragrance in thy soul complete. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MATER AMABILIS by EMMA LAZARUS IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |