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...VERSES FROM THE GRANDE CHARTREUSE by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A TERRE (BEING THE PHILOSOPHY OF MANY SOLDIERS) by WILFRED OWEN ODE IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS FALLEN FOR FRANCE by ALAN SEEGER CORRYMEELA by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE |