Explore "Blue Roses" by Rudyard Kipling on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Roses red and roses white / Plucked I for my love's delight. / She would none of all my posies -- / Bade me gather her blue roses.
Half the world I wandered through, / Seeking where such flowers grew; / Half the world unto my quest / Answered me with laugh and jest.
Home I came at wintertide, / But my silly love had died, / Seeking with her latest breath / Roses from the arms of Death.
It may be beyond the grave / She shall find what she would have. / Mine was but an idle quest -- / Roses white and red are best.