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Thursday, May 5, 2016

Sweet Wild Rose

 



 My Wild Rose.

I had a garden, which I kept
With busy hands and tender care;
And once, while carelessly I slept,
Fanned softly by the drowsy air,
A wild rose to my garden crept,
And blossomed there.

O, sweet surprise. It seemed to me,
Some fair hand, my heart to bless,
Had brought it there, from wood or lee.
It came unsought 'twas loved no less;
I stooped and touched it tenderly,
With soft caress.

I grew to love it passing well;
While strange exotics, rich and rare,
With heart of gold and crimson bell,
Paid grudgingly for constant care,
My wild rose, as in a woodland dell,
Bloomed fresh and fair.

I watered not, I did not prune,
I tied it not with cord or thong;
Yet, morn by morn and noon by noon,
Through days of summer, hot and long,
And underneath the midnight moon,
From branches strong.

Hung clustered blossoms sweet and red;
And day by day and week by week,
I trod the path which toward it lead.
Whate'er my mood. I did not speak,
But close against bowed my head
And pressed my cheek.

I think of it with sudden thrill.
Now wide lands lie, deep water flows,
Smiles many a vale, looms many a hill
Between me and the garden-close;
Yet fondly I remember still
My sweet wild rose.

~ Ellen P. Allerton. Walls of Corn and Other Poems 1894
 

13 comments:

Geoff Wilkinson said...

A perfect place to sit and sip tea...

Henny Penny said...

I love the poem! Your wild rose is huge, and beautiful.

Betsy Brock said...

Wow...that is a beautiful spot!
How are you doing? Have you ditched the walker yet?

annie said...

Lovely photo! And I really enjoyed the poem which goes so well with it.

Tweedles -- that's me said...

What a beautiful post! We have wild roses too!.
Oh the poem is so beautiful.
love
tweedles

DJan said...

Lovely, lovely poem about a sweet wild rose. Thank you for this, Jo. :-)

Doc said...

Wonderful poem with a perfect setting.

Lady Jane said...

I would love to have my tea here. I enjoyed all your recent photos. God Bless. LJ

Susie said...

Jo, I love the little sitting area with the rose to enjoy while there. Pretty poem too. Hope you able to out in the wonderful spring weather . Blessings to you, xoxo, Susie

Patsy said...

Lovely! Happy Mothers Day

Kathy said...

Jo, the picture and poem are so lovely. Just perfect together. How I would love to sit there and sip a cuppa just enjoying the scent of the roses.

黄清华 Wong Ching Wah said...

Beautiful, my friend.

Michelle Dellene said...

Very lovely, as is your blog. Happy I stumbled upon you! :)