We love the land when the world goes round,
And deep, deep down in her thorny ground,
Where nobody comes, and nobody knows,
We love the Rose. Oh! we love the Rose.
And none to tell us, and none to teach
By the western hedge or the shelving beach,
But all of us know what everyone knows,
We love the Rose. Oh! we love the Rose.
We love the rose when our day is dead,
And they lay their roses upon our bed;
Too late! Too late! in our last repose!
But we love the Rose. Ah! we love the Rose.
In a published book
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The Rose: a flower of many words, one does not have to utter a word when presenting a rose to anyone it has the ability to speak for us.
This is an unusal poem for Henry Lawson, better known in Australia for his political stance and his stories of Outback Australia but it's beautiful nonetheless.
Vonnie~~ -
I'll take my roses now, while I'm still living and have the ability to enjoy their beauty and their scent. This is a great poem.
♥ Kimberly -
So true is this poem! Roses are everywhere and it does not matter if it is the dead of winter, people still have the lovliness of the rose on their mind. A fine and beautiful poem and true dedication to the fair rose as well!
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