Classic Poem

Whenas the mildest month
Of jolly June doth spring,
And gardens green with happy hue
Their famous fruits do bring,
When eke the lustiest time
Reviveth youthly blood,
Then springs the finest featured flower
In border fair that stood:
Which moveth me to say,
In time of pleasant year,
Of all the pleasant flowers in June
The red rose hath no peer.