Oh if I were the velvet rose <br />Upon the red rose vine, <br />I'd climb to touch his window <br />And make his casement fine. <br /> <br />And if I were the little bird <br />That twitters on the tree, <br />All day I'd sing my love for him <br />Till he should harken me. <br /> <br />But since I am a maiden <br />I go with downcast eyes, <br />And he will never hear the songs <br />That he has turned to sighs. <br /> <br />And since I am a maiden <br />My love will never know <br />That I could kiss him with a mouth <br />More red than roses blow.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-maiden/
