Sydney Wheeler Jephcott

Chaucer - Poem by Sydney Wheeler Jephcott

O gracious morning eglantine,
Making the far old English ways divine!
Though from thy stock our mateless rose was bred,
Staining the world's skies with its red,
Our garden gives no scent so fresh as thine,
Sweet, thorny-seeming eglantine.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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