On Finding Myself A Soldier
ON FINDING MYSELF A SOLDIER by ROBERT GRAVES
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.
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|Author||Graves, Robert (1895-1985)|
|Title||On Finding Myself A Soldier|
|Item Date||(1995, 1997, 1999)|
|Copyright||The Robert Graves Copyright Trust|
|First line||My bud was backward to unclose,|
|Publication source||Robert Graves Complete Poems: Volumes 1 - 3|
|Publication editor||Graves, Beryl and Ward, Dunstan|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|