Ile tell you how the Rose did first grow redde,
And whence the Lilly whitenesse borrowed:
You blusht, and then the Rose with redde was dight:
The Lillies kissde your hands, and so came white:
Before that time each Rose had but a stayne,
The Lilly nought but palenesse did containe:
You have the native colour, these the dye;
They flourish only in your livery.
A Lover To His Mistress
William Strode
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Poem topics: time, white, colour, native, rose, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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