Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Browne, of Tavistock. 15881643242. The Rose
A ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North, | |
Grew in a little garden all alone; | |
A sweeter flower did Nature ne’er put forth, | |
Nor fairer garden yet was never known: | |
The maidens danced about it morn and noon, | 5 |
And learnèd bards of it their ditties made; | |
The nimble fairies by the pale-faced moon | |
Water’d the root and kiss’d her pretty shade. | |
But well-a-day!—the gardener careless grew; | |
The maids and fairies both were kept away, | 10 |
And in a drought the caterpillars threw | |
Themselves upon the bud and every spray. | |
God shield the stock! If heaven send no supplies, | |
The fairest blossom of the garden dies. |