Only A Rose
Only a Rose! Waif of a day is it-
So brief a thing, indeed!
Yet all the mystery of life is writ
Within it, could we read.
Rose And Thistle
As grows the rose
The thistle grows-
Each to its purpose
God He knows:
But who may deem
The lordlier scheme-
The weed unsung,
Or the poet’s theme?
With A La France Rose
For a love with a light that can fashion
A glory that knows not eclipse,
What voice, when its uttermost passion
Sets of silence the seal on the lips?
Lo, here on the leaves of the blossom
Behold it, in symbol and sign,
And I send it, a throb from my bosom,
Beloved, to thine!