"This is the red rose, dear, and this the white, The white rose this, beloved, this the red," As I unpinned the paper, thus I said; "Love's passion and Love's purity -- ere night You'll laugh with their green stems amid your hair." She set in slender vase of blue and gold (I never saw them after), with slow stare Put hands upon my shoulders (as of old? -- Not quite), and gazed long and unspeakably. . . "These flowers I wore upon my wedding dress." . . A pause. . . "O my poor husband . . . must it be?" Then clung so close, as in a wilderness. . . And then would dart away. . . "You mustn't go -- Come back; come, sing the cheeriest song you know." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |