ENOUGH has been said about roses To fill thirty thick volumes;There are as many songs about roses As there are roses in the world That includes Mexico . . . the Azores ... Oregon ...
It is a pity your roses Are too late for Omar . . .
It is a pity Keats has gone . . .
Yet there must be something left to say Of flowers like these!
Adventurers, They pushed their way Through dewy tunnels of the June night Now they confer.....
A little tremulous.....
Dazzled by the yellow sea-beach of morningIf Herrick would tiptoe back . . .
If Blake were to look this way Ledwidge, even!
