The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (10.1896)

A Lady Loved a Rose

By Renee de Coutans

Her heart o’erbrinaming with much love unsought,
A lady loved a rose.

Through sun-flecked paths she wandered dreamily,

By greeny lawns, and trees, and singing birds
(Her heart o’erbrimming with much love unsought).

And passed she by a rose-bush, bearing graciously

A flowered burden, lovely, sweet

(Her own heart burdened with its love unsought).

She plucked an offering, fair bud,

And pressed it fondly to her lips
(Her heart distraught),

When lo ! the tender penetrating scent
Deep nestled to her heart
(Unsought).

And