Explore "Some Verses: Sonnets: THE LOVE OF THE ROSE" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Trilled forth the Nightingale / In sweetest sleep of day -- / Unto his love, the rose, / Ah golden heart, unclose! / For love, my fairest rose, will last for aye.
So, thro' the waning night / She learned to wear her crown; / Yielded her heart's sweet strife / And found that love was life / Set to the time the dear bird lilted down.
But when the morning came / The red sun burned above; / Hid are the night birds all, / Flower petals fade and fall; / The rose is dead -- and what became of love!