Bring to me white roses, roses, pinks, and lavender, <br />Sweet stock and gillyflowers, poppies mauve and red, <br />Bee-flowers and mignonette, with blue forget-me-not— <br />I would make a coverlet for my narrow bed. <br />Bring me no silken cloth, velvet sheen or satin shine, <br />Gossamer of woven lace, gold and silver thread, <br />Purple deep and dove, and grey, through my idle fingers fall, <br />Bidding me in patient hours make a patchwork spread. <br />Since I must go forth alone, far beyond the roof-tree's shade, <br />Out into the open soon lonely there to lie, <br />What want I of silken cloth woven by the hands of men? <br />Time would soon despoil me there as he passed me by. <br />Bring to me white roses then, roses, pinks and lavender, <br />Sweet stock and gillyflowers, poppies gold and red, <br />Bee-flowers and mignonette and blue forget-me-not, <br />So I have a coverlet for my narrow bed.<br /><br />Dora Sigerson Shorter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-patchwork-quilt/
