Maiden May sat in her bower, In her blush rose bower in flower, Sweet of scent; Sat and dreamed away an hour, Half content, half uncontent. Why should rose blossoms be born, Tender blossoms, on a thorn Tho' so sweet? Never a thorn besets the corn Scentless in its strength complete. "Why are roses all so frail, At the mercy of a gale, Of a breath? Yet so sweet in life and death." Maiden May sat in her bower, In her blush rose bower in flower, Where a linnet Made one bristling branch the tower For her nest and young ones in it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE SEDAN by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE DORCHESTER GIANT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES JACK AND JILL (1) by MOTHER GOOSE SONNET PREFIXED TO 'NENNIO, OR A TREATISE OF NOBILITY' by EDMUND SPENSER SS. SIMON & JUDE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE TEAMSTER by MATHILDE BLIND HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 38 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |