Author Robert Herrick Roses at first were white, Till they could not agree,Whether my Sappho's breast Or they more white should be.But, being vanquish'd quite, A blush their cheeks bespread;Since which, believe the rest, The roses first came red. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments