Once a lad a rose did spy, On the moorland growing, Young and lovely to the eye; Fast he ran to see it nigh, Ran with pleasure glowing. Red rose, red rose, red rose red, On the moorland growing. Spake the lad: "I'll pick thee now, Rose on moorland growing!" Spake the rose: "I'll prick thee now: Thou wilt think of me, I trow!-- Go, wild boy, be going!" But the boy so wild and bad Broke the red rose glowing; Rose in anger pricked the lad, Rose must suffer him, though sad And her fury showing. Red rose, red rose, red rose red, Rose on moorland growing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LENTEN GREETING; TO A LADY by GEORGE SANTAYANA NIGHT IN ARIZONA by SARA TEASDALE THE HEART OF THE BRUCE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN FATHER WILLIAM [QUESTIONED], FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON SPRING by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 13. AL-BARI by EDWIN ARNOLD THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 2. RIVER SONG by WILLIAM A. BEATTY |