Roses and rose-buds, red and white, <br />Nestled between your breasts to-night, <br />And, lying there with drowsy breath, <br />Sweetly resigned themselves to death. <br />Ah, cruel child! that would not so <br />Suffer the perfumed life to go, <br />But, hungering for the rose's heart <br />Of midmost sweetness, plucked apart <br />Petal from petal: 'Ah!' you said <br />(With lips that kissed white roses red) <br />'To live on love and roses!' <br /> <br />Well, <br />But if the rose were Muriel?<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-muriel-at-the-opera/
