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!
(George Eliot)
More Poetry from George Eliot:
- The Choir Invisible (George Eliot Poem)
- Two Lovers (George Eliot Poem)
- Sweet Endings Come and Go, Love (George Eliot Poem)
- Mid My Gold-Brown Curls (George Eliot Poem)
- I Grant You Ample Leave (George Eliot Poem)
- In a London Drawingroom (George Eliot Poem)