Foliage: Various Poems

LAUGHING ROSE

     If I were gusty April now,
       How I would blow at laughing Rose;
     I'd make her ribbons slip their knots,
       And all her hair come loose.

     If I were merry April now,
       How I would pelt her cheeks with showers;
     I'd make carnations, rich and warm,
       Of her vermilion flowers.

     Since she will laugh in April's face,
       No matter how he rains or blows—

       To play with laughing Rose.