READ in these roses the sad story Of my hard fate and your own glory. In the white you may discover The paleness of a fainting lover; In the red the flames still feeding On my heart, with fresh wounds bleeding. The white will tell you how I languish, And the red express my anguish; The white my innocence displaying, The red my martyrdom betraying. The frowns that on your brow resided Have those roses thus divided. Oh let your smiles but clear the weather, And then they both shall grow together. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOREINE: A HORSE by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE AFTER AUGHRIM by ARTHUR GERALD GEOGHEGAN FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) by RUDYARD KIPLING UNDER THE OAK by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SYMPATHY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU SONNET: 2 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE PASSING YEAR by MATHILDE BLIND |