 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
First Rose.
“I think he sleeps where the grass is;
He there would have room to lie;
The white Moon over him passes;
He wakes with the dawning sky.”
Many Lilies together.
“How very wise these Roses seem,
Who think they know, and only dream!”
“I think he sleeps where the grass is;
He there would have room to lie;
The white Moon over him passes;
He wakes with the dawning sky.”
Many Lilies together.
“How very wise these Roses seem,
Who think they know, and only dream!”
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |