Roses and Rosemary by Anne Evans

I walked through my garden to cull me fresh posies,
Well I remember, on Midsummer’s day :
I bound the sweet bay
With pansies rich and gay,
And with red, red roses!

O, garlands will wither, and seasons will vary:
To-night I have plucked me a gariand anew;
Of cypress, and yew.
And the bitter, bitter rue.
And the pale rosemary!

From: Evans, Anne, Poems and Music. With Memorial Preface by Anne Thackeray Ritchie, 1880, C. Kegan Paul & Co: London, p. 1.
(https://archive.org/details/anneevanspoemsa00evangoog/)

Date: 1880 (published)

By: Anne Evans (1820-1870)

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