Rose Poems

Rose Poems

Baby Power, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

Six little feet to cover,
Six little hands to...

Christmas Faith, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

"Do you believe in Santa Claus?"
To his little...

Christmas Pictures, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

Christmas-Eve! And all unruffled
Dumb white sp...

Elder-Flowers, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

When the beautiful elder-flowers are drifting t...

Hasheesh Visions, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

Fiery fetters fiercely bound me,
Globes of go...

A Legend of Lucciole, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

On a night long ago,
When the midsummer's glo...

A Rose, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

A rose I cull for thee, one royal flower
Bloo...

Sunset Symbols, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

I watched the sun with lurid splendor set,
Wh...

The Total Eclipse of 1869, by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

A spectacle in heaven!--behold!--there is no ta...

A Complaint, by Rose Terry Cooke

A hot noon filled the Autumn sky
So still, th...

Exogenesis, by Rose Terry Cooke

The curving beach and shining bay,
Stretch fr...

The Iconoclast, by Rose Terry Cooke

A thousand years shall come and go,
A thousan...

Love, by S. Moore

There is a love of heat intense,
Which like a...

Patience, by S. Moore

When trials come, for come they will,
Be pat...

The Resurrection, by S. Moore

Grey streaks of dawn had shot athwart the gloom...

Summer, by S. Moore

When Sol pours down his floods of light,
So h...

The Dancer, by Saadi

From the Bustan I heard how, to the beat of s...

On Friends and Enemies, by Saadi

I am displeased with the company of friends
To...

Saadi at the Grave of His Child, by Saadi

From the Bustan Whilst I was at Sanaa I lost a...

Yo He Nombrado Rey, by Sara Loggin

I have named you as my king
But there are thos...

Blinded, by Sarah Knowles Bolton

She lay like a rose-leaf on his cup;
He scarc...

Elizabeth of Bohemia, by Sir Henry Wotton

You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly...

The Eve of St. John, by Sir Walter Scott

The baron of Smaylho'me rose with day,
He spu...

Flora and Fauna Send Me Love Letters, by Skye Vaillancourt

She plucks petunias from her pupils,
watches...

The Young Glory, by Stanley Gemmell

I Orb, my heart's mercy to my heart
Quick an...