Flowers

A Friendship Rose

Yellow Rose

 

YELLOW ROSES

By J. Hooker Hamersley (1896)

T’is the “old, old story” of youth and maid,

Through memory’s chasms, re-echoing low,

Of rich, yellow roses, a cluster he sent,

In the long ago – In the long ago.

A wee dainty note in its heart lay hid,

‘Mong the buds concealed, like a fairy sprite,

“At the ball” it read, “if with me you’ll wed,

wear a rose tonight – wear a rose tonight.”

Bewildered by light, by sound and sight,

With nascent hope his spirit glows.

Now the heart beats fast, for she comes at last;

But alas! No rose – Alas, no rose!

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