I watched a rose-bud very long Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower: Then when I thought it should be strong It opened at the matin hour And fell at even-song.
I did but see him, and he disappeared, I did but touch the Rosebud, and it fell; A sorrow unforeseen and scarcely feared, So ill can mortals their afflictions spell. 650Katherine ne e Fowler Philips
Before man's fall the rose was born,St. Ambrose says, without the thorn;But for man's fault then was the thornWithout the fragrant rose-bud born; But ne'er the rose without the thorn.Robert Herrick
A white Rosebud for a guerdon.
No flower of her kindred, No Rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh.