FAIR Lady Rose, round whom black-coated bees Make murmurous humming all the afternoon, -- Thou dost belong to the soft, summer ease Of purple islands, where the southern seas Break on the shore with soft beguiling rune. Lands fair as the far-famed Hesperides Should be thy home, O Lady of the June! And thou shouldst pour, instead of cups like these, Some magic draught, which to the subtle lees Thy slaves should quaff, and praise thee all in tune To playing of such melodies as please Fair ladies' ears, and win for Love love's boon: And sweet, beneath the gently-drooping trees, Should be the tender whisper of the breeze, And time should pause for thee at golden noon. |