Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. John HayThe White Flag
I
As white as driven snow,
And one a blushing royal red,
A flaming Jacqueminot.
That night I should divine,
The moment I should see my love,
If her true heart were mine.
She’ll wear my blushing rose;
If not, she’ll wear my cold Lamarque,
As white as winter’s snows.
I had been overbold,
For on her breast my pale rose lay
In virgin whiteness cold.
With smiles divinely tender;
Upon her cheek the red rose dawned,—
The white rose meant surrender.