SHE plucked a rosebud by the wall And placed it in his outstretched hands; It was love's token, that was all, And he rode off to foreign lands. He kept the rosebud in his breast, And when the battle charge was led, They found him slain among the rest, The rosebud stained a deeper red. But she, beside the wall that day, A rosebud gave to other hands; Nor thought of that one borne away By him who rode to foreign lands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: MAY MORNING by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE MOUNTAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |