Poems (King)/The Wild Rose

For works with similar titles, see The Wild Rose.
The Wild Rose
WHERE the wimpling water dallies
  'Neath a canopy of blue,
In the dim and perfumed valleys,
  There, wild rose, is seen thy hue.
There exhales thy life-breath fragrant,
Borne on summer breezes vagrant,
  From bright petals starred with dew.

Oft in rustic lanes and byways
  Hidest thou thy winsome grace,
Making glad the dusty highways
  With thy softly blushing face;
Or where sunlight pours its amber,
Or in dells where ivies clamber,
  There thy home is, there thy place.

Wilding rose that gaily gleamest
  Meads and tangled paths along,
To my heart full oft thou seemest
  Like a sweet and wordless song;
Than thy sister roses fairer,
Thou, of beauty's palm the bearer,
  Leadest all the flowery throng!