DISCONTENT
I.
(The Brier Rose speaks.)
I cling to the garden wall
Outside, where the grasses grow;
Where the tall weeds flaunt in the sun,
And the yellow mulleins blow.
The dock and the thistle crowd
Close to my shrinking feet,
And the gypsy yarrow shares
My cup and the food I eat.
Outside, where the grasses grow;
Where the tall weeds flaunt in the sun,
And the yellow mulleins blow.
The dock and the thistle crowd
Close to my shrinking feet,
And the gypsy yarrow shares
My cup and the food I eat.
The rude winds toss my hair,
The wild rains beat me down,
The wayside dust lies white
And thick on my leafy crown.,
I cannot keep my robes
From wanton fingers free,
And the veriest beggar dares
To stop and gaze at me.
The wild rains beat me down,
The wayside dust lies white
And thick on my leafy crown.,
I cannot keep my robes
From wanton fingers free,
And the veriest beggar dares
To stop and gaze at me.
Sometimes I climb and climb
To the top of the garden wall,
And I see her where she stands,
Stately and fair and tall—
To the top of the garden wall,
And I see her where she stands,
Stately and fair and tall—
