On Finding Myself A Soldier
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Title
On Finding Myself A Soldier
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Description
My bud was backward to unclose,
A pretty baby-queen,
Furled petal-tips of creamy rose
Caught in a clasp of green.
Somehow, I never thought to doubt
That when her heart should show
She would be coloured in as out,
Like the flush of dawn on snow:
But yesterday aghast I found,
Where last I'd left the bud,
Twelve flamy petals ringed around
A heart more red than blood.
A pretty baby-queen,
Furled petal-tips of creamy rose
Caught in a clasp of green.
Somehow, I never thought to doubt
That when her heart should show
She would be coloured in as out,
Like the flush of dawn on snow:
But yesterday aghast I found,
Where last I'd left the bud,
Twelve flamy petals ringed around
A heart more red than blood.
Identifier
3461.txt
Creator
Graves, Robert (1895-1985)
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Date
(1995, 1997, 1999)
Date Created
1997-01-01
Temporal Coverage
1999-12-31
Type
Poem
Publisher
The First World War Poetry Digital Archive
