A Wild Rose
Alfred Austin
1835 to 1913
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And, from that hour, thy smile hath been
And gaze into thy soul.
The flower that scents my heart.
My own Wild Rose, to Thee.
For when my gaze first met thy gaze,
It then were always June.
A natural bud of love Thou art,
Sweet, simple, and apart;
And, ever since, when tendrils grace
A drop of heavenly dew.
This year I wandering see,
Young copse or weathered bole
With rosebuds, straight I see thy face,
I found thee, like the eglantine,
O would that She were always here!
Deep hidden in thy fragrant heart,
Go, wild rose, to my Wild Rose dear;
The first wild rose in wayside hedge,
And all the hours in tune.
I pluck, and send it as a pledge,
Bid her come swift and soon.
We were knee-deep in June:
Where, gazing down, I view,
The nights were only dreamier days,