Poems (Van Vorst)/Red Roses
RED ROSES
The rose that comes on winter's day
It is the rarest rose—(they say)
To venture forth so bright and bold,
With velvet leaves and heart of gold,
To wear so brave array:—
Daring the icy atmosphere,
Your winter roses, greet me—Dear
And love, all warm amid the snows,
Comes with the rose.
It is the rarest rose—(they say)
To venture forth so bright and bold,
With velvet leaves and heart of gold,
To wear so brave array:—
Daring the icy atmosphere,
Your winter roses, greet me—Dear
And love, all warm amid the snows,
Comes with the rose.