<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN>
<h2><SPAN name="page73"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>HOW THE WHITE ROSE CAME</h2>
<p class="poetry">The roses all were pink and red,<br/>
Before the Bumble Bee,<br/>
A lover bold, with cloak of gold,<br/>
Came singing merrily<br/>
Along the sunlit ways that led<br/>
From woodland, and from lea.</p>
<p class="poetry">He paused beside an opening rose,<br/>
The garden’s pet and pride;<br/>
She burst in flower that very hour,<br/>
While wooing zephyrs sighed;<br/>
No smile had she for one of those,<br/>
And hope within them died.</p>
<p class="poetry">The ardent butterfly in vain<br/>
On radiant wings drew near;<br/>
The hapless moth in vain grew wroth—<br/>
The fair rose leaned to hear<br/>
The deep-voiced stranger’s low refrain<br/>
That thrilled upon her ear.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page74"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
74</span>She gave her heart in love’s delight<br/>
And let the whole world see;<br/>
Alas! one day, away, away,<br/>
Sped truant Bumble Bee;<br/>
’Twas then the red rose turned to white—<br/>
So was the tale told me.</p>
<div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />
1 of 2
2 of 2
Previous
Next
Update Required
To play the media you will need to either update your browser to a recent version or update your Flash plugin.