First Lines of Rose Terry Cooke
Ah! could I read Schemhammphorasch,Blow sweet south-wind from the sea,Deep in the lily its odor lies,Fasten the chamber!Flutter thy new wings lightly,Heart of my heart! stately, and fair, and sweet;How could he choose but love the Queen?I sat beside a darkened sea,In part we prophesy. The restless heartIn the dead calm of night, when the stars are all shining,Patience? Yes, that's a woman's game;Roses, roses, roses,She stood upon the barren strandShe walked in the gardenSole she sat beside her window,The old, old story o'er again --The south-wind blows a wakeful blast,The west-wind blows, the west-wind blew,To-night, if true the legend tells,Trailing Arbutus.Who knows the secret of the rose?