Author Elinor Wylie Withouten youNo rose can grow;No leaf be greenIf never seenYour sweetest face;No bird have graceOr power to sing;Or anythingBe kind, or fair,And you nowhere. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2.3 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments