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