Classic Poem

I trace every blossom that grows in the field
To remember the likeness of love
The woodbine that streaks by the cow hovel bield
And blooms round the nest of the dove
The hedge rose that spreads all its blushes to view
Which the morn's pearly diamonds adorns
An emblem of love and a picture too true
A rose all surrounded with thorns

2

The wood-flowers were blooming above the green moss
Some under the song-thrushes nest
Morning dews did their beautiful colours emboss
But love the green moss hadn't press't
Neath the wood rose and bramble wood anemonies grew
And the orchis grew richly and rare
The rich drooping blossoms were heavy with dew
But young love had never been there

3

The fir dale grew tall upon old Clifford hill
At its foot the crooked river runs bye
Birds and wild flowers live, fly and blossom there still
In solitude silence and joy
The fir-dales looked rich and loves sweet bonny face
Natures fancy full easy discerns
Her likeness was hid in that green shady place
I' the beauty of Juliet Burns