Roses (Eliot)

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For works with similar titles, see Roses.

You love the roses--so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!


This work was published before January 1, 1924, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.