Alfred Austin - Roses crimson, roses white
`Roses crimson, roses white, <br />Deadly pale or lovely blushing, <br />Both in love with May at sight, <br />And their maiden blood is rushing <br />To and fro in hope to hide <br />Tumult it but thus discloses. <br />Bring the Bridegroom to the Bride! <br />Everywhere are roses, roses.' <br /> <br />`Every wall is white with roses <br />`Every wall is white with roses, <br />Linnets pair in every tree; <br />Brim your beakers, twine your posies, <br />Kiss and quaff ere Springtime closes; <br />Bloom and beauty quickly flee.' <br /> <br />`Nay, let me sleep, or, best, be stone or steel <br />`Nay, let me sleep, or, best, be stone or steel, <br />While still endures this infamy of woe. <br />My one sole bliss is nor to see nor feel: <br />So, wake me not; and, lest you should, speak low.'<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../roses-crimson-roses
