Possession
I.
SUMMER and blossoms are lavish, my dearest;
See this red rose!
Look how its buds press upon you; the nearest
Tries for your mouth with the gayest, sincerest
Wish to unclose!
See this red rose!
Look how its buds press upon you; the nearest
Tries for your mouth with the gayest, sincerest
Wish to unclose!
You were always a little neglectful, my brother,
But why are you cold?
Take my word for it, Francis, there is n’t another
To equal this roselet, for any flower-lover
To have or to hold.
But why are you cold?
Take my word for it, Francis, there is n’t another
To equal this roselet, for any flower-lover
To have or to hold.
II.
Yes, but I’ve had it so long, and it bores me;
What is its name?
Lifting its head in that way, it implores me
To care for it, look at it; see! it adores me
Always the same!
What is its name?
Lifting its head in that way, it implores me
To care for it, look at it; see! it adores me
Always the same!
Mary B. Cummings.