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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rose-Morals</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I. -- Red.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Would that my songs might be<br> What roses make by day and night --<br>Distillments of my clod of misery<br> Into delight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Soul, could'st thou bare thy breast<br> As yon red rose, and dare the day,<br>All clean, and large, and calm with velvet rest?<br> Say yea -- say yea!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Ah, dear my Rose, good-bye;<br> The wind is up; so; drift away.<br>That songs from me as leaves from thee may fly,<br> I strive, I pray.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> II. -- White.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Soul, get thee to the heart<br> Of yonder tuberose: hide thee there --<br>There breathe the meditations of thine art<br> Suffused with prayer.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Of spirit grave yet light,<br> How fervent fragrances uprise<br>Pure-born from these most rich and yet most white<br> Virginities!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Mulched with unsavory death,<br> Grow, Soul! unto such white estate,<br>That virginal-prayerful art shall be thy breath,<br> Thy work, thy fate.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Sidney+Lanier">Sidney Lanier</a></strong></div>

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