For works with similar titles, see The Rose.
Václav Hanka3267997Bohemian Poems, Ancient and Modern — The Rose1849Albert Henry Wratislaw


THE rose it sweetly bloometh,
But whose then shall it be?
Ah! long long time I watch’d it,
Alas! unhappy me!

As long as undevelop’d,
And in the bud it grows,
There’s no one looks upon it,
Nor marks the coming rose.

O carefully I watch’d it,
Like pearls that precious be;
O then it was a promise
Of future bliss to me!

But soon as from the green leaves
An issue forth it found,
It was the admiration
Of all the lads around!