I am call'd Rose, soft and fragrant is my bed;
Many are welcome, none may claim it, none may stay.
I am not an ornament; none may wear me on his hand or his arm;
He who does will feel my thorn, feel my thorn.
Hey, ho, this is my home, open to the bountiful sun,
Open to the stars and moonlight, stars and moon.
Sweetly, sweetly, sing the birds, in my garden eve and morn;
Love will bloom and then be gone, sir; let it be gone.
I am call'd Rose, soft and fragrant is my bed;
Many are welcome, none may claim me; none may stay.
Rosamunde del Shore A.S. XXXV
