On hoary Conway's battlemented height, <br />O poet-heart, I pluck for thee a rose! <br />Through arch and court the sweet wind wandering goes; <br />Round each high tower the rooks in airy flight <br />Circle and wheel, all bathed in amber light; <br />Low at my feet the winding river flows; <br />Valley and town, entranced in deep repose, <br />War doth no more appall, nor foes affright. <br />Thou knowest how softly on the castle walls, <br />Where mosses creep, and ivies far and free <br />Fling forth their pennants to the freshening breeze, <br />Like God's own benison this sunshine falls. <br />Therefore, O friend, across the sundering seas, <br />Fair Conway sends this sweet wild rose to thee!<br /><br />Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-a-rose-from-conway-castle/
