Roses and rose-buds, red and white,
Nestled between your breasts to-night,
And, lying there with drowsy breath,
Sweetly resigned themselves to death.
Ah, cruel child! that would not so
Suffer the perfumed life to go,
But, hungering for the rose's heart
Of midmost sweetness, plucked apart
Petal from petal: 'Ah!' you said
(With lips that kissed white roses red)
'To live on love and roses!'
Well,
But if the rose were Muriel?
To Muriel: At The Opera
Arthur Symons
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Poem topics: I love you, breath, child, death, heart, life, night, live, love, red, I miss you, white, rose, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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