Mary Botham Howitt

(1799-1888 / England)

The Rose Of May - Poem by Mary Botham Howitt

Ah! there's the lily, marble pale,
The bonny broom, the cistus frail;
The rich sweet pea, the iris blue,
The larkspur with its peacock hue;
All these are fair, yet hold I will
That the Rose of May is fairer still.

'Tis grand 'neath palace walls to grow,
To blaze where lords and ladies go;
To hang o'er marble founts, and shine
In modern gardens, trim and fine;
But the Rose of May is only seen
Where the great of other days have been.

The house is mouldering stone by stone,
The garden-walks are overgrown;
The flowers are low, the weeds are high,
The fountain-stream is choked and dry,
The dial-stone with moss is green,
Where'er the Rose of May is seen.

The Rose of May its pride displayed
Along the old stone balustrade;
And ancient ladies, quaintly dight,
In its pink blossoms took delight;
And on the steps would make a stand
To scent its fragrance - fan in hand.

Long have been dead those ladies gay;
Their very heirs have passed away;
And their old portraits, prim and tall,
Are mouldering in the mouldering hall;
The terrace and the balustrade
Lie broken, weedy and decayed.

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.


Comments about The Rose Of May by Mary Botham Howitt

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (1/17/2016 10:06:00 AM)

    Fantastically detailed narration of nature's bounty spread in motley colors of flowers and it's majesty are mind blowing. Enjoyed the superb poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • * Sunprincess * (1/17/2016 9:39:00 AM)

    ...........an exquisite poem with astonishingly beautiful imagery....
    truly can't believe someone would rate this poem a 7...
    really it must have been a mistake ★ (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/17/2016 2:24:00 AM)

    But blithe and tall the Rose of May
    Shoots upward through the ruin gray; (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 28, 2010



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