ROSE of the queenly flower and royal name,
That like a breastplate wrought of filigree
Deckest the house-wall, and art soon to be
Jewelled with blossoms, each a fairy flame
Of vivid crimson, hither when we came
For the first time our future home to see,
Half-opened buds of promise showed on thee,
To our affection laying instant claim.
Nor was the promise of delight belied:
All through the summer to its tardy close
This wall was crimson diapered on green,
And so through autumn; for November died
Ere the “Red Glory” lost its latest rose;
And now once more are buds of promise seen.
(Robert Henry Forster)
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