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...ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK A CHARACTER by ALFRED TENNYSON OF AN ORCHARD by KATHARINE TYNAN SILEX SCINTIALLANS: THEY ARE ALL GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA by HENRY WOTTON MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS by LUCY AIKEN RETURN by KENNETH SLADE ALLING HYMN FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF HARTFORD AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |