New Collected Rhymes by Andrew Lang
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The King to his land and his right?
Day of my love and my may, After the long years' flight, Born on the King's birthday, Born for my heart's delight, With the dawn of the roses white! Black as the blackbird's wing Is her hair, and her brow as white As the white rose blossoming, And her eyes as the falcon's bright And her heart is leal to the right. When shall the joy bells ring? When shall the hours unite The right with the might of my King, And my heart with my heart's delight; In the dawn, in the day, in the night? WHITE ROSE DAY--JUNE 10, 1688 'Twas a day of faith and flowers, Of honour that could not die, Of Hope that counted the hours, Of sorrowing Loyalty: |
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