First World War Poetry Digital Archive

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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