Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/The Rose and the Thorn
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THE ROSE AND THE THORN
I sought the flower I loved the best
Amid the garden's varied bloom,
A perfect bud with sweet perfume,
A rose more fair than all the rest
That I might wear it on my breast
And guard it ever tenderly.
I found the flower that bloomed for me
Beside the pathway, smiling lest
The wanderer might pass it by
And it be left to fade and die.
I seized the flower with wild delight,
Though cruelly my hand was torn.
It faded e'er another night
And left me but the ugly thorn.
Amid the garden's varied bloom,
A perfect bud with sweet perfume,
A rose more fair than all the rest
That I might wear it on my breast
And guard it ever tenderly.
I found the flower that bloomed for me
Beside the pathway, smiling lest
The wanderer might pass it by
And it be left to fade and die.
I seized the flower with wild delight,
Though cruelly my hand was torn.
It faded e'er another night
And left me but the ugly thorn.