Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/A New Blown Rose
A NEW-BLOWN ROSE
Dew-gemmed, sun-kissed and reaching towards the light,
Op'ning its folds, soft tinted, red and rare,
Breathing its fragrance on the morning air,
'Tis just the rose to give my love delight,
I'll pick it now, and give it her to-night.
But 'tis so sweet, so fragrant and so fair,
Smiling, blushing upon the rose bush there,
I cannot pluck it from the stem to blight
E'en though it be for my dear love to wear.
Op'ning its folds, soft tinted, red and rare,
Breathing its fragrance on the morning air,
'Tis just the rose to give my love delight,
I'll pick it now, and give it her to-night.
But 'tis so sweet, so fragrant and so fair,
Smiling, blushing upon the rose bush there,
I cannot pluck it from the stem to blight
E'en though it be for my dear love to wear.