On rose and thistle
Does sunlight stumble
Toward what?
But a withered prospect.
Through hour through year
Through vain attempt.
In party of soil and breed.
Be picturesque
Be bloodied in struggle
At one with earth as in design
-
But faint in breath
A scent of sadness
Spring up! And breast doth rise
In arch of flesh
Place colours of hope
Pray promise but from the father
So stay green grass
And red the flower
Of rose and thistle strain
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
On rose and thistle
Does sunlight stumble
Toward what?
But a withered prospect.
Through hour through year
Through vain attempt.
In party of soil and breed.
Be picturesque
Be bloodied in struggle
At one with earth as in design
-
But faint in breath
A scent of sadness
Spring up! And breast doth rise
In arch of flesh
Place colours of hope
Pray promise but from the father
So stay green grass
And red the flower
Of rose and thistle strain
© Tyson Williams