Why this deceptively simple poem has never figured in any collection is hard to understand. Such beauty in 16 lines. I could swim in it for hours.
The rose in full bearing there is no other blossom
So sweet & so flushing as that bonny flower
It shines the delight O the young maidens bosom
Its ever the sweetest in summers warm hour
The beautiful rose tree how sweet its leaves blushes
With dew drops like silver pearls hung on its leaves
The sun light O summer its bonny bloom flushes
How sweet is its blossom on midsummer eaves
Tis as sweet as the breath O the midsum[m]er morning
Where bees oer the hay fiel[d]s are singing all day
When dews like white diamonds its leaves are adorning
How sweet is the full blowing rose on the spray
The maiden she loves it the beautiful maiden
That goes i' the meadows a milking the kye
She sees the heath brere with its roses oer laden
& puts a rose bud in her bosom for joy
So sweet & so flushing as that bonny flower
It shines the delight O the young maidens bosom
Its ever the sweetest in summers warm hour
The beautiful rose tree how sweet its leaves blushes
With dew drops like silver pearls hung on its leaves
The sun light O summer its bonny bloom flushes
How sweet is its blossom on midsummer eaves
Tis as sweet as the breath O the midsum[m]er morning
Where bees oer the hay fiel[d]s are singing all day
When dews like white diamonds its leaves are adorning
How sweet is the full blowing rose on the spray
The maiden she loves it the beautiful maiden
That goes i' the meadows a milking the kye
She sees the heath brere with its roses oer laden
& puts a rose bud in her bosom for joy
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My ‘ballerina’ rambling rose growing up one of our apple trees
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