 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
THE ROSE.
The sun, who smiles wherever he goes,
Till the flowers all smile again,
Fell in love one day with a bashful rose,
That had been a bud till then.
Till the flowers all smile again,
Fell in love one day with a bashful rose,
That had been a bud till then.
So he pushed back the folds of the soft green hood
That covered her modest grace,
And kissed her as only the bold sun could,
Till the crimson burned in her face.
That covered her modest grace,
And kissed her as only the bold sun could,
Till the crimson burned in her face.
But woe for the day when his golden hair
Tangled her heart in a net;
And woe for the night of her dark despair,
When her cheek with tears was wet!
Tangled her heart in a net;
And woe for the night of her dark despair,
When her cheek with tears was wet!
For she loved him as only a young rose could:
And he left her crushed and weak,
Striving in vain with her faded hood
To cover her burning cheek.
And he left her crushed and weak,
Striving in vain with her faded hood
To cover her burning cheek.
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