SWEET-BRIER. 



I CHANCED upon a rose the other 



day, 



A pale and faded flower, forgot 

 ten long, 

 And wit hit these unfinished verses 



lay, 

 The faltering echo of a deeper song, 



A perfect day in June, the golden sun 



Looks down upon the green and tangled way ; 



The Summer song and silence are as one, 

 The light and longing of a Summer s day ! 



O untaught harmony of Summer days ! 



The distant tinkle of a waterfall, 

 The blue, blue sky that deepens as you gaze, 



The wayward rose that blossoms by the wall ! 



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