There was a battle in her face, Between a Lily and a Rose: My Love would have the Lily win And I the Lily lose. I saw with joy that strife, first one, And then the other uppermost; Until the Rose roused all its blood, And then the Lily lost. When she's alone, the Lily rules, By her consent, without mistake: But when I come that red Rose leaps To battle for my sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAVALIER TUNES: MARCHING ALONG by ROBERT BROWNING REUBEN JAMES by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE SUNDAY MORNING by WALLACE STEVENS RING FROM THE RIM OF THE GLASS, BOYS by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY THE PIONEER by HENRY MEADE BLAND |