Queen of Fragrance, lovely Rose, <br />The Beauties of thy Leaves disclose! <br />The Winter's past, the Tempests fly, <br />Soft Gales breathe gently thro' the Sky; <br />The Lark sweet warbling on the Wing <br />Salutes the gay Return of Spring: <br />The silver Dews, the vernal Show'rs, <br />Call forth a bloomy Waste of Flow'rs; <br />The joyous Fields, the shady Woods, <br />Are cloth'd with Green, or swell with Buds; <br />Then haste thy Beauties to disclose, <br />Queen of Fragrance, lovely Rose! <br />Thou, beauteous Flow'r, a welcome Guest, <br />Shalt flourish on the Fair-One's Breast, <br />Shalt grace her Hand, or deck her Hair, <br />The Flow'r most sweet, the Nymph most fair; <br />Breathe soft, ye Winds! be calm, ye Skies! <br />Arise ye flow'ry Race, arise! <br />And haste thy Beauties to disclose, <br />Queen of Fragrance, lovely Rose! <br />But thou, fair Nymph, thy self survey <br />In this sweet Offspring of a Day; <br />That Miracle of Face must fail, <br />Thy Charms are sweet, but Charms are frail: <br />Swift as the short-liv'd Flow'r they fly, <br />At Morn they bloom, at Evening die: <br />Tho' Sickness yet a while forbears, <br />Yet Time destroys, what Sickness spares; <br />Now Helen lives alone in Fame, <br />And Cleopatra's but a Name; <br />Time must indent that heav'nly Brow, <br />And thou must be, what Helen's now. <br />This Moral to the Fair disclose, <br />Queen of Fragrance, lovely Rose<br /><br />William Broome<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rose-bud-2/
