O’ let us lay together love when this World’s cares are past. My Queen I have had locked away She was treacherous to the last. Accept this rose I’ve named for you, A heirloom hybrid bloom. I’ll have them carve its like in stone Upon our honored tomb So that, my Love, in years to come, Our children’s children see How I loved my Rosamund, How much you’ve meant to me
A poem about Rosamund de Clifford, Mistress to Henry II of England