Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume I. Of Home: of Friendship. 1904. | | | | Poems of Home: II. For Children | | The First Rose of Summer | | Oliver Herford (1863–1935) |
| | | “OH dear! is Summer over?” | |
| I heard a rosebud moan, | |
| When first her eyes she opened, | |
| And found she was alone. | |
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| “Oh, why did Summer leave me, | 5 |
| Little me, belated? | |
| Where are the other roses? | |
| I think they might have waited.” | |
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| Soon the little rosebud | |
| Saw to her surprise | 10 |
| Other rosebuds opening, | |
| So she dried her eyes. | |
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| Then I heard her laughing | |
| Gaily in the sun, | |
| “I thought Summer was over: | 15 |
| Why, it ’s just begun!” | | | | |
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