He walked with a jaunty, slightly arrogant stride
Sinewy arms swinging rhythmically at his side
Lean and strong, he imparted inure of height
Fair of countenance, green eyes at wrinkle with delight. He was the smile make; the light in the storm ...
In riotous profusion the Sweetbrier bloomed
Amid hybrid roses so tidily groomed
Fragrant and enchanting were the roses it bore
Cruelly keen the spiked thorns that it wore. So rosy and sturdy in it's infancy ...