New Zealand Verse/Rosebuds
C.
Rosebuds.
High on the lattice-work clustered the roses;
And lower, half-blown,
One little bud in the morning was drooping,
Fragrant, alone;
And my little sweetheart saw it, and claimed it
All as her own.
And lower, half-blown,
One little bud in the morning was drooping,
Fragrant, alone;
And my little sweetheart saw it, and claimed it
All as her own.
I lifted her up; she would taste of its sweetness
From the tree as it hung:
She drew it towards her, her lips were all hidden
The petals among;
But the blossom was wet, and the dews were down shaken
From where they had clung.
From the tree as it hung:
She drew it towards her, her lips were all hidden
The petals among;
But the blossom was wet, and the dews were down shaken
From where they had clung.
Then she loosened her hold of the pinky-pearl blossom
And stood by my side,
And her cheeks,—they were wet from the dews that were shaken,
As though she had cried;
And she pouted, complaining the rose kissed unkindly
As half-satisfied.
And stood by my side,
And her cheeks,—they were wet from the dews that were shaken,
As though she had cried;
And she pouted, complaining the rose kissed unkindly
As half-satisfied.
Then I told her I knew of a bud that was sweeter
Than rosebuds to me;
And the dews only made it more lovely and rosy
And tempting to see;
Then I kissed her dear lips,—and she waywardly left me
Alone by the tree.
Than rosebuds to me;
And the dews only made it more lovely and rosy
And tempting to see;
Then I kissed her dear lips,—and she waywardly left me
Alone by the tree.