<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396946" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wild Rose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">High climbs June's wild rose,<br>Her bush all blooms in a swarm;<br>And swift from the bud she blows,<br>In a day when the wooer is warm;<br>Frank to receive and give,<br>Her bosom is open to bee and sun:<br>Pride she has none,<br>Nor shame she knows;<br>Happy to live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unlike those of the garden nigh,<br>Her queenly sisters enthroned by art;<br>Loosening petals one by one<br>To the fiery Passion's dart<br>Superbly shy.<br>For them in some glory of hair,<br>Or nest of the heaving mounds to lie,<br>Or path of the bride bestrew.<br>Ever are they the theme for song.<br>But nought of that is her share.<br>Hardly from wayfarers tramping along,<br>A glance they care not to renew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she at a word of the claims of kin<br>Shrinks to the level of roads and meads:<br>She is only a plain princess of the weeds,<br>As an outcast witless of sin:<br>Much disregarded, save by the few<br>Who love her, that has not a spot of deceit,<br>No promise of sweet beyond sweet,<br>Often descending to sour.<br>On any fair breast she would die in an hour.<br>Praises she scarce could bear,<br>Were any wild poet to praise.<br>Her aim is to rise into light and air.<br>One of the darlings of Earth, no more,<br>And little it seems in the dusty ways,<br>Unless to the grasses nodding beneath;<br>The bird clapping wings to soar,<br>The clouds of an evetide's wreath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396946" data-title="The Wild Rose de George Meredith" data-description="High climbs June's wild rose, Her bush all blooms in a swarm; And swift from the bud she blows, In a day when the wooer is warm; Frank to receive and give, Her bosom is open to bee and sun: Pride she has none, Nor shame she knows; Happy to live. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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