I SENT my love two roses, -- one As white as driven snow, And one a blushing royal red, A flaming Jacqueminot. I meant to touch and test my fate; That night I should divine, The moment I should see my love, If her true heart were mine. For if she holds me dear, I said, She'll wear my blushing rose; If not, she'll wear my cold Lamarque, As white as winter's snows. My heart sank when I met her: sure I had been overbold, For on her breast my pale rose lay In virgin whiteness cold. Yet with low words she greeted me, With smiles divinely tender; Upon her cheek the red rose dawned, -- The white rose meant surrender. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD THE SECRET OF THE SEA by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LAMPLIGHTER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE AGE OF WISDOM by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY A NOCTURNE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |