Roses And Rue
Bring me the roses white and red, And take the laurel leaves away; Yea, wreathe the roses round my head That wearies 'neath the crown of bay. "We searched the wintry forests thro' And found no roses anywhere But we have brought a little rue To twine a circlet for your hair." I would not pluck the rose in May, I wove a laurel crown instead; And when the crown is cast away, They bring me rue, the rose is dead.
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"Bring me the roses white and red,..."
This evocative piece by Sara Teasdale, titled "Roses And Rue", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...