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Alfred Austin - A Wild Rose
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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.
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