A WHITE rose had a sorrow -- And a strange sorrow! For her sisters they had none, As they all sat around her Each on her feudal throne. A strange sorrow For one with no to-morrow, No yesterday, to call her own, But only to-day. A white rose had a sorrow -- And a sweet sorrow! She had locked it in her breast Save that one outer petal, Less guarded than the rest (Oh, fond sorrow!), From the red rose did borrow Blushes, and the truth confessed In the red rose's way! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM THE THROSTLE by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNET: A PREACHER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ALEXANDER VI DINES WITH THE CARDINAL OF CAPUA by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TO S-----D (2) by WILLIAM BLAKE |