The first wild rose in wayside hedge, <br />This year I wandering see, <br />I pluck, and send it as a pledge, <br />My own Wild Rose, to Thee. <br /> <br />For when my gaze first met thy gaze, <br />We were knee-deep in June: <br />The nights were only dreamier days, <br />And all the hours in tune. <br /> <br />I found thee, like the eglantine, <br />Sweet, simple, and apart; <br />And, from that hour, thy smile hath been <br />The flower that scents my heart. <br /> <br />And, ever since, when tendrils grace <br />Young copse or weathered bole <br />With rosebuds, straight I see thy face, <br />And gaze into thy soul. <br /> <br />A natural bud of love Thou art, <br />Where, gazing down, I view, <br />Deep hidden in thy fragrant heart, <br />A drop of heavenly dew. <br /> <br />Go, wild rose, to my Wild Rose dear; <br />Bid her come swift and soon. <br />O would that She were always here! <br />It then were always June.<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wild-rose-3/
