Rose, when I remember you, <br />Little lady, scarcely two, <br />I am suddenly aware <br />Of the angels in the air. <br />All your softly gracious ways <br />Make an island in my days <br />Where my thoughts fly back to be <br />Sheltered from too strong a sea. <br />All your luminous delight <br />Shines before me in the night <br />When I grope for sleep and find <br />Only shadows in my mind. <br /> <br />Rose, when I remember you, <br />White and glowing, pink and new, <br />With so swift a sense of fun <br />Altho' life has just begun; <br />With so sure a pride of place <br />In your very infant face, <br />I should like to make a prayer <br />To the angels in the air: <br />"If an angel ever brings <br />Me a baby in her wings, <br />Please be certain that it grows <br />Very, very much like Rose."<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-rose/
