How the White Rose Came
The roses all were pink and red,
Before the Bumble Bee,
A lover bold, with cloak of gold,
Came singing merrily
Along the sunlit ways that led
From woodland, and from lea.
He paused beside an opening rose,
The garden’s pet and pride;
She burst in flower that very hour,
While wooing zephyrs sighed;
No smile had she for one of those,
And hope within them died.
The ardent butterfly in vain
On radiant wings drew near;
The hapless moth in vain grew wroth -
The fair rose leaned to hear
The deep-voiced stranger’s low refrain
That thrilled upon her ear.
She gave her heart in love’s delight
And let the whole world see;
Alas! one day, away, away,
Sped truant Bumble Bee;
’Twas then the red rose turned to white -
So was the tale told me.