"White Roses," by Sarah Louisa P. Smith
| Transcription of the Poem White Roses They were gathered for a bridal! I knew it by their hue; Fair as the summer moonlight Upon the sleeping dew[.] From their fair and fairy sisters They were borne without a sigh For one remembered evening To blossom and to die. They were gather’d for a bridal! And fastened in a wreath; But purer were the roses Than the heart that lay beneath; Yet the beaming eye was lovely And the coral lip was fair[.] And the gazer looked and asked not For the secret hidden there. They were gather’d for a bridal! Where a thousand torches glistened When the holy words were spoken, And the false and faithless listened And answered to the vow Which another heart had [T]aken, Yet [s]he was present there— The once loved—the forsaken. They were gather’d for a bridal! And now, now they are dying. The young Love at the altar Of broken faith is sighing. Their summer life was stainless And not like hers who wore them; They are faded, and the farewell Of beauty lingers o’er them. There is a published version of this poem available here | Information About the Poem |
