LILY of white innocence, and sweet red rose, Two sisters side by sidealike And yet how different! O flower of purity and honor's crown, Thou need'st not leaves to shield thy form; A silent virtue wreath'd in fragrant beauty Guards thee well. But thou, O flower of passion, red, red rose, Young Cupid's blood thy veins distending, Thy heart so oft is pierced by love Thou needest thorns around thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |