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Saturday, 13 September 2014

Ella’s Roses by William Cox Bennett

Venus, unto thee, the rose,
Summer’s darling, told her woes,
Told how she, the queen of flowers.
Loved of all the lingering hours,
Glory of the radiant day,
Only came, to pass away,
Beauty of celestial birth,
Fading with the things of earth,
Meanest things of mortal breath,
Poorest things, but worthy death;
Then, foam-brow’d, thy laughing look,
For a moment, joy forsook,
For a moment, till thy thought
Gave the boon thy favourite sought,
All thy darling dared to seek,
Changeless life in Ella’s cheek.

From: Bennett, William Cox, Queen Eleanor’s Vengeance and Other Poems, 1857, Chapman and Hall: London, p. 148.
(http://books.google.com.au/books/about/Queen_Eleanor_s_Vengeance.html?id=U5IQAAAAYAAJ&redir_esc=y)

Date: 1857

By: William Cox Bennett (1820-1895)