The Rose
Beneath my chamber window Pierrot was singing, singing; I heard his lute the whole night thru Until the east was red. Alas, alas Pierrot, I had no rose for flinging Save one that drank my tears for dew Before its leaves were dead. I found it in the darkness, I kissed it once and threw it, The petals scattered over him, His song was turned to joy; And he will never know, Alas, the one who knew it! The rose was plucked when dusk was dim Beside a laughing boy.
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"Beneath my chamber window..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Sara Teasdale delivers a powerful performance in "The Rose"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...