Old Spookses’ Pass, Malcolm’s Katie and Other Poems

by Isabella Valancy Crawford


 

ROSES IN MADRID.


 

Roses, Senors, roses!
    Love is subtly hid
In the fragrant roses,
    Blown in gay Madrid.
Roses, Senors, roses!
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    Look, look, look, and see
Love hanging in the roses,
    Like a golden bee!
Ha! ha! shake the roses—
    Hold a palm below;
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Shake him from he roses,
    Catch the vagrant so!

High I toss the roses
    From my brown palm up;
Like the wine that bubbles
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    From a golden cup.
Catch the roses, Senors,
    Light on finger tips;
He who buys red roses,
    Dreams of crimson lips!
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Tinkle! My fresh roses,
    With the rare dews wet;
Clink! my crisp, red roses,
    Like a castanet! [Page 190]

Roses, Senors, roses,
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    Come, Hidalgo, buy!
Proudly wait my roses
    For thy rose’s eye.
Be thy rose as stately
    As a pacing deer;
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Worthy are my roses
    To burn behind her ear.
Ha! ha! I can see thee,
    Where the fountains foam,
Twining my red roses
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    In her golden comb!

Roses, Donnas, roses,
    None so fresh as mine,
Pluck’d at rose of morning
    By our Lady’s shrine.

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Those that first I gather’d
    Laid I at her feet,
That is why my roses
    Still are fresh and sweet.
Roses, Donnas, roses!
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    Roses waxen fair!
Acolytes my roses,
    Censing ladies’ pray’r!

Roses, roses, roses!
    Hear the tawny bull
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Thund’ring in the circus—
    Buy your arms full. [Page 191]
Roses by the dozen!
    Roses by the score!
Pelt the victor with them—
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    Bull or Toreador! [Page 192]