Maiden May sat in her bower, In her blush rose bower in flower, Sweet of scent; Sat and dreamed away an hour, Half content, half uncontent. Why should rose blossoms be born, Tender blossoms, on a thorn Tho' so sweet? Never a thorn besets the corn Scentless in its strength complete. "Why are roses all so frail, At the mercy of a gale, Of a breath? Yet so sweet in life and death." Maiden May sat in her bower, In her blush rose bower in flower, Where a linnet Made one bristling branch the tower For her nest and young ones in it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY A TERRIBLE INFANT by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR FIDELIS by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER |