第20章 TO HILDA OF HER ROSES

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!