 | Songs and poems (1909) |  |
218
WHITE ROSE
Far in the inland valleys
The Spring her secret tells;
The roses lift on the bushes,
The lilies shake their bells.
The Spring her secret tells;
The roses lift on the bushes,
The lilies shake their bells.
To a lily of the valley
A white rose leans from above:
“Little white flower o' the valley,
Come up and be my love.”
A white rose leans from above:
“Little white flower o' the valley,
Come up and be my love.”
To the lily of the valley
A speedwell whispers, “No!
Where the roses live are thorns,
'Tis safe below.”
A speedwell whispers, “No!
Where the roses live are thorns,
'Tis safe below.”
The lily clomb to the rose-bush,
A thorn in her side:
The white rose had wedded a red rose,
And the lily died.
A thorn in her side:
The white rose had wedded a red rose,
And the lily died.
| Songs and poems (1909) | |