Sara Teasdale Rose Poems

Beneath my chamber window
Pierrot was singing, singing;
I heard his lute the whole night thru
Until the east was red.
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IF I were a bee and you were a rose,
Would you let me in when the gray wind blows?
Would you hold your petals wide apart,
Would you let me in to find your heart,
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Rose, when I remember you,
Little lady, scarcely two,
I am suddenly aware
Of the angels in the air.
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