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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THISBE, by HELEN GRAY CONE First Line: The garden within was shaded Last Line: For whose eyes, for whose lips, but mine! Alternate Author Name(s): Green, Coroebus | |||
THE garden within was shaded, And guarded about from sight; The fragrance flowed to the south wind, The fountain leaped to the light. And the street without was narrow, And dusty, and hot, and mean; But the bush that bore white roses, She leaned to the fence between: And softly she sought a crevice In that barrier blank and tall, And shyly she thrust out through it Her loveliest bud of all. And tender to touch, and gracious, And pure as the moon's pure shine, The full rose paled and was perfect, -- For whose eyes, for whose lips, but mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHANT OF LOVE FOR ENGLAND by HELEN GRAY CONE A YELLOW PANSY by HELEN GRAY CONE AN IVORY MINIATURE by HELEN GRAY CONE ARRAIGNMENT by HELEN GRAY CONE FAIR ENGLAND by HELEN GRAY CONE JULIA RICHMAN by HELEN GRAY CONE THE BALLAD OF CASSANDRA BROWN by HELEN GRAY CONE THE CONTRAST by HELEN GRAY CONE THE LAST CUP OF CANARY; SIR HARRY LOVELOCK, 1645 by HELEN GRAY CONE |
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