Lavender and Roses by Eliza Craven Green


LAVENDER AND ROSES by Eliza Craven Green
I Ask'd thee once for summer flowers,
But none to cheer the Minstrel came,
Tho' roses in thy garden bowers
Were all a-glow with crimson flame.

Tho' pansies round thy borders trim
Showed violet and narcissus hues,
And "freaked with jet" and amber stains
Their velvet hoods thro' pearly dews.

Tho' climbing o'er thy sylvan porch,
Thro' clematis and sweet briar thorns,
The painted woodbine, saffron gilt,
Tassell'd her fairy bugle horns.
 
Tho' orange, azure, pink and snow
Shone forth in bells and blossoms fair,
Yet not one simple flowret came
To me with scent of woodland air.

I sighed, for in my heart of hearts
Thy valley in its beauty shone,
And in the city wilderness,
My path was barren, bleak, and lone.

But now I grieve not, for thy thought
Past lightly o'er each fading bloom,
And gave pale lavender, that brought
The spirit life of flowers' perfume.

A gentle incense, freshly pure
With grateful odour, lingering near,
Recalling with its charmed breath
Far distant scenes, for ever dear.
And thus, with more than gracious art,
The Lavender's dim azure shows
Calm friendship's type, as love usurps
The Orient splendor of the Rose.