A rose arose with rosy hue,
And made my torn heart, so sparkling new,
A rose arose as roses do,
And warmth for its guise within me grew.
A rose arose with beauty bright,
And gladdened my heart with such delight,
A rose arose as roses might,
And set out great charm before my sight.
A rose arose with summertime,
And imbued my heart with songs sublime,
A rose arose as roses climb,
And showed itself in all its prime.
A rose arose inside the room,
And lifted my heart so full of gloom,
A rose arose as roses bloom,
And fused the air with its sweet perfume.
© Ernestine Northover
Simply lovely Ernestine, however when I was reading it in my mind I found it to be a tongue-twister lol, uplifting piece, Love Lynda xx
I sense a lovely scent from this poem, love the sweet perfume, a rose of a write! ! *10*! ! Thanks for sharing Ernestine! ! Friend Thad
Amazing how they can lift the spirits... and how a poem can. Thank you. t x
It's as if I could smell it from here Ernestine, , your words carry a very similer perfume Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very song-like, sweet and fresh (but I think lilacs do smell best!) . -chuck