Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
White RosesErnest Rhys (18591946)
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In all the earth to-night:
Upon her whiter breast
Our roses lie so light.
As some might say;
But calmly keeps her pale repose
Till God’s good day.
Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
White RosesN
In all the earth to-night:
Upon her whiter breast
Our roses lie so light.
As some might say;
But calmly keeps her pale repose
Till God’s good day.