Out In The Garden Where All Sweets Be
Garden Poem of the Day
Where Shall I Find a White Rose Blowing?
By Christina Georgina Rossetti
Where shall I find a white rose blowing?—
Out in the garden where all sweets be —
But out in my garden the snow was snowing
And never a white rose opened for me.
Nought but snow and a wind were blowing
And snowing.
Where shall I find a blush rose blushing?—
On the garden wall or the garden bed —
But out in my garden the rain was rushing
And never a blush rose raised its head.
Nothing glowing, flushing or blushing:
Rain rushing.
Where shall I find a red rose budding?—
Out in the garden where all things grow —
But out in my garden a flood was flooding
And never a red rose began to blow.
Out in a flooding what should be budding?
All flooding!
Now is winter and now is sorrow,
No roses but only thorns today:
Thorns will put on roses tomorrow,
Winter and sorrow scudding away.
No more winter and no more sorrow.
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Gardener's Quote of the Day
"The first purpose of a garden is to be a place of quiet beauty such as will give delight to the eye and repose and refreshment to the mind."
— Gertrude Jekyll
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Gardening Question of the Day
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