“Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:”
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) Irish poet and playwright
To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1736/ <br class="br">The Rose (1893) <br class="br">Context: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!<br>Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:<br>Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;<br>The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,<br>Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;