RED roses bright, pink roses and white <br />That bud and blossom and fall; <br />The very sight of my heart's delight <br />Is more than worth them all! <br />Is worth far more than the whole sweet store <br />That ever a garden grew-- <br />She plucked the best to die at her breast, <br />But it laughed and it bloomed anew! <br /> <br /> <br />The red rose lay at her lips to-day, <br />And flushed with the joy thereof; <br />She said a word that the white rose heard, <br />And the white rose paled with love. <br />But the west wind blows, and my lady goes, <br />And she leaves the world forlorn; <br />And every rose that the garden grows, <br />Might just as well be a thorn!<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-rose-garden/
