WHILE roses are so red, While lilies are so white, Shall a woman exalt her face Because it gives delight? She's not so sweet as a rose, A lily's straighter than she, And if she were as red or white She'd be but one of three. Whether she flush in love's summer Or in its winter grow pale, Whether she flaunt her beauty Or hide it away in a veil, Be she red or white And stand she erect or bowed, Time will win the race he runs with her, And hide her away in a shroud. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SICK ROSE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE PET NAME by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON LOW; A MIDSUMMER LEGEND by MARY HOWITT IN TIME OF GRIEF by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE CELIA'S HOMECOMING by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON ECHO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |