In the Rose-Garden
IN THE ROSE-GARDEN by ROLAND LEIGHTON
Dew on the pink-flushed petals; Roseate wings unfurled; What can, I thought, be fairer In all the world?
Steps that were fain but faltered (What could she else have done?) Passed from the arbour's shadow Into the sun.
Noon and a scented glory, Golden and pink and red; 'What after all are roses To me?' I said.
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|Author||Leighton, Roland (1895-1915)|
|Title||In the Rose-Garden|
|First line||Dew on the pink-flushed petals|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|