By the Masters

       

      A Rose.

      A sepal, petal, and a thorn

      Upon a common summer's morn,

      A flash of dew, a bee or two,

      A breeze

      A caper in the trees,--

      And I 'm a rose!

      Emily Dickinson

      To a Friend who sent me some Roses.

       

      As late I rambled in the happy fields,

      What time the sky-lark shakes the tremulous dew

      From his lush clover covert;--when anew

      Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields:

      I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,

      A fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw

      Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew

      As is the wand that queen Titania wields.

      And, as I feasted on its fragrancy,

      I thought the garden-rose it far excell'd:

      But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me

      My sense with their deliciousness was spell'd:

      Soft voices had they, that with tender plea

      Whisper'd of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquell'd.

      Keats, John. 1884. Poetical Works.

      Blue Roses

      The Light that Failed

      Roses red and roses white

      Plucked I for my love's delight.

      She would none of all my posies--

      Bade me gather her blue roses.

       

      Half the world I wandered through,

      Seeking where such flowers grew.

      Half the world unto my quest

      Answered me with laugh and jest.

       

      Home I came at wintertide,

      But my silly love had died

      Seeking with her latest breath

      Roses from the arms of Death.

       

      It may be beyond the grave

      She shall find what she would have.

      Mine was but an idle quest--

      Roses white and red are best!

       

      Rudyard Kipling

       

      My pretty Rose Tree

       

      A flower was offer'd to me,

      Such a flower as May never bore;

      But I said 'I've a Pretty Rose-tree,'

      And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

       

      Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree,

      To tend her by day and by night;

      But my rose turn'd away with jealousy,

      And her thorns were my only delight.

      William Blake

      Note

      Tree roses are often times two roses combined.

      A strong grower is grafted onto a root understock. And onto a stem is budded

      any bush rose--hybrid tea, floribunda, grandiflora, polyantha, miniature, and even climbers.

      They are not for the inexperienced gardener. They need more care than any of the

      mentioned species.

       

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