Poem by George Eliot

Roses

You love the roses--so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once! 

1. I Grant You Ample Leave
2. Mid My Gold-Brown Curls
3. Bright, o Bright Fedalma
4. The World Is Great
5. How Lisa Loved the King

Joyce Kilmer Roses ("I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring")

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