OUT of the sunny field they passed And sought the leafy shade; A farmer's boy with laughing lips, A barefoot village maid. Her lips were blue with blackberries, Her finger-tips were red; And "What shall take the stain away This day at all?" she said. He's pulled the rose from out his coat, And it was fully blown; He's heard the song the linnet sang, And they were all alone. It was a white rose took the stain From her dainty finger-tips; But, O, it was a redder flower Grew purple at her lips. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE GREATER TESTAMENT (XXII, XXIII, AND XXVI) by FRANCOIS VILLON HYMN FOR EPIPHANY by REGINALD HEBER THE COLLEGE COLONEL by HERMAN MELVILLE I AM THE WAY' by ALICE MEYNELL THE CLINGING VINE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE SUN IS DOWN by JOANNA BAILLIE TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: TOWERS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER |