Author James Joyce Frail the white rose and frail areHer hands that gaveWhose soul is sere and palerThan time's wan wave.Rosefrail and fair—yet frailestA wonder wildIn gentle eyes thou veilest,My blueveined child. 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