LIKE the petals of the Rose When the dews their scent disclose, Soft as velvet tho' they be, Fragrant of the Dawn and thee, Yet thy lips are sweeter far Than all garden Roses are. Once I thought my life supreme, Bedded in a Rose's dream,— Scent of Attar on my lips, Nectar that the brown bee sips,— Yet I never knew before What sweet scents thy lips could store! This, above that carmine wave, Was the soft response they gave— Fading fast before my touch, Never yielding overmuch! Now I have no peace of mind Till thy lips again I find. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS' DEATH by SARA TEASDALE DEDICATION FOR A PLOT OF GROUND by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THISTLE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SOLOMON TO SHEBA by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |