Poems (Chilton, 1885)/Sub Rosa
SUB ROSA.
I pluck for you Still wet with dewFresh flowers of every shape and hue, Which 'neath the skies Of your blue eyesShall fairer seem than where they grew.
This bursting rose The passion showsWhich my poor lips would fain disclose; O let it rest Upon your breast,And breathe the secret that it knows!