Here's a rose that blows for Chloe, <br />Fair as ever a rose in June was, <br />Now the garden's silent, snowy, <br />Where the burning summer noon was. <br /> <br />In your garden's summer glory <br />One poor corner, shelved and shady, <br />Told no rosy, radiant story, <br />Grew no rose to grace its lady. <br /> <br />What shuts sun out shuts out snow too; <br />From his nook your secret lover <br />Shows what slighted roses grow to <br />When the rose you chose is over.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-december-rose/
