The Rose Of May

 

"I am the rose of the plain of Sharon,
The lily of the valleys that grows in deep places."
Song of Solomon 2:1

White Rose of York

But blithe and tall the Rose of May

Shoots upward through the ruin gray;

With scented flower, and leaf pale green,

Such rose as it hath never been,

Left, like a noble deed to grace

The memory of an ancient race.

Excerpt from the poem,

" The Rose Of May"
Mary Howitt
(1799-1888)
English poetess