As late I rambled in the happy fields, <br />What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew <br />From his lush clover covert;—when anew <br />Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields; <br />I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, <br />A fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw <br />Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew <br />As is the wand that Queen Titania wields. <br />And, as I feasted on its fragrancy, <br />I thought the garden-rose it far excelled; <br />But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me, <br />My sense with their deliciousness was spelled: <br />Soft voices had they, that with tender plea <br />Whispered of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquelled.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-friend-who-sent-me-some-roses/
