Roses from Paestan rosaries! Roses from Paestan rosaries! More goodly red and white was she: More goodly red and white was she: Her red and white were harmonies, Her red and white were harmonies, Not matched upon a Paestan tree. Not matched upon a Paestan tree. Ivories blaunched in Alban air! She lies more purely blaunched than you: No Alban whiteness doth she wear, Ivories blaunched in Alban air! But death's perfection of that hue. She lies more purely blaunched than you: Nay! now the rivalry is done, No Alban whiteness doth she wear, Of red, and white, and whiter still: But death's perfection of that hue. She hath a glory from that sun, Who falls not from Olympus hill. -1893 Nay! now the rivalry is done, Of red, and white, and whiter still: She hath a glory from that sun, Who falls not from Olympus hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DORIS; A PASTORAL by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY FRANCE; THE 18TH YEAR OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN ANNIVERS: BAPTISMT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TRUE TO POLL by FRANCIS COWLEY BURNAND A BAGATELLE by JAMES G. BURNETT AN EX-SERVICEMAN MAKES A VOW by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS |