You gave your love a posy and she set it on a stand,
Where it freshly bloom’d and sweetly did smell:
I gave my love a daisy and she held it in her hand,
Till it died-because she loved it so well.
You gave your love a jewel and she laid it safe apart,
Where it shone like the stars in Heav’n that dwell:
I gave my love a rosebud and she wore it on her heart,
Till it died-because she loved it so well.
(Frances Anne Kemble)
More Poetry from Frances Anne Kemble:
- Verses On Rome (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
- Ode (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
- The Wreck Of The Birkenhead, (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
- Lines To Mrs. St. Leger (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
- Arrival In Rome (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
- Epistle From Thhe Rhine (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)