The Rose
 
Dora Read Goodale, American (1866 - 1915)
 
from All round the Year, Verses from Sky Farm
 

Tis Summer: the days are long
Long with the breath of June,
And the air is full of song,
And broken snatches of tune,
And broken whispers of winds that pass;
The butterflies drop in the tender grass,
And breezes die on the fainting air
That throbs with the heat of the sun
And the earth is full of a power rare,
And the earth and the air are one!

And now, in the heat of June,
With her sudden life and light,
With the fullness of her noon,
With the silence of her night,
The rosebud loosens her outer dress
And blushes in fainting loveliness;
Nor opens her heart to the common air,
Nor shows you her inmost light,
But leaves you to dream what is hidden there
With the dews of the falling night.

2010-13

 
   
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