 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
A BAGATELLE.
Not all the roses God hath made
Can love the sun aright:
The white rose is too chastely staid
To praise his warmth and light,—
But great red roses, they can love
With their deep hearts their king above.
Can love the sun aright:
The white rose is too chastely staid
To praise his warmth and light,—
But great red roses, they can love
With their deep hearts their king above.
Nor nightingales by night that sing
Can love alike the moon;
Nor all the flowers that come with Spring
Can praise aright her boon,—
One nightingale most feels Night's power;
And Spring is dearest to one flower.
Can love alike the moon;
Nor all the flowers that come with Spring
Can praise aright her boon,—
One nightingale most feels Night's power;
And Spring is dearest to one flower.
Not all the gulls that skim the sea
Delight alike in storm;
And never man, Sweetheart, to thee
Gave love so true and warm
As mine, that Heaven ordained on high
To worship thee until I die.
Delight alike in storm;
And never man, Sweetheart, to thee
Gave love so true and warm
As mine, that Heaven ordained on high
To worship thee until I die.
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