I've been into growing roses this year and recently came across this rather beautiful poem. Jane Montgomery Campbell was a writer and a music teacher.
At the silence of twilight's contemplative hour,
I have mused in a sorrowful mood,
On the wind-shaken weeds that embosom the bower,
Where the home of my forefathers stood.
All ruin'd and wild is their roofless abode;
And lonely the dark raven's sheltering tree;
And travell'd by few is the grass-cover'd road,
Where the hunter of deer and the warrior trode,
To his hills that encircle the sea.
Wandering I found, in my ruinous walk,
By the dial-stone aged and green,
A rose of the wilderness, left on its stalk
To mark where a garden had been.
Like a brotherless hermit, the last of his race
All wild in the silence of nature, it drew
from each wandering sunbeam a lonely embrace
For the night-shade and thorn had overshadowed the place
Where the flowers of my forefathers grew.
Jane Montgomery Campbell (1817-1878)
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At the silence of twilight's contemplative hour,
I have mused in a sorrowful mood,
On the wind-shaken weeds that embosom the bower,
Where the home of my forefathers stood.
All ruin'd and wild is their roofless abode;
And lonely the dark raven's sheltering tree;
And travell'd by few is the grass-cover'd road,
Where the hunter of deer and the warrior trode,
To his hills that encircle the sea.
Wandering I found, in my ruinous walk,
By the dial-stone aged and green,
A rose of the wilderness, left on its stalk
To mark where a garden had been.
Like a brotherless hermit, the last of his race
All wild in the silence of nature, it drew
from each wandering sunbeam a lonely embrace
For the night-shade and thorn had overshadowed the place
Where the flowers of my forefathers grew.
Jane Montgomery Campbell (1817-1878)
.
Thanks for the warning, I received their catalogue just a week ago.
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