ONCE a boy a Rosebud spied, Heathrose fair and tender, All array'd in youthful pride,— Quickly to the spot he hied, Ravished by her splendor. Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red, Heathrose fair and tender! Said the boy, "I'll now pick thee Heathrose fair and tender!" Rosebud cried "And I'll prick thee, So thou shalt remember me, Ne'er will I surrender!" Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red, Heathrose fair and tender! But the wanton plucked the rose, Heathrose fair and tender; Thorns the cruel theft oppose, Brief the struggle and vain the woes, She must needs surrender. Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red, Heathrose fair and tender! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON VICKSBURG by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY by ANDREW MARVELL PSALM 33. EXULTATE JUSTI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDIE by ROBERT BURNS |