 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
THE ONE WHITE ROSE
A sorrowful woman said to me,
“Come in and look on our child.”
I saw an Angel at shut of day,
And it never spoke—but smiled.
“Come in and look on our child.”
I saw an Angel at shut of day,
And it never spoke—but smiled.
I think of it in the city's streets,
I dream of it when I rest—
The violet eyes, the waxen hands,
And the one white rose on the breast!
I dream of it when I rest—
The violet eyes, the waxen hands,
And the one white rose on the breast!
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |