But I hear my Mistress coming,
Said the Rose;
She will take me to her chamber,
Where the honeysuckles clamber,
And I’ll bloom there all December
Spite the snows.
Sweeter fell her lily finger
Than the bee!
Ah, how feebly I resisted,
Smoothed my thorns, and e’en assisted
As all blushing I was twisted
Off my tree.
And she fixed me in her bosom
Like a star;
And I flashed there all the morning,
Jasmin, honeysuckle scorning
Parasites forever fawning
That they are.
And when evening came she set me
In a vase
All of rare and radiant metal,
And I felt her red lips settle
On my leaves til each proud petal
Touched her face.
And I shone about her slumbers
Like a light
And, I said, instead of weeping,
In the garden vigil keeping,
Here I’ll watch my Mistress sleeping
Every night.”
Excerpt From Said the Rose by George B. Miles
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