I Dreamt Of A Wild Rose And A Lady Poem by Kevin Hulme

I dreamt of a Wild Rose and a Lady,
Where upon waking her image did stay,
Like a glance at the Sun so slightly,
To imprint a fond memory of a lost Summer's day.
A Selene in my dreams to forever wander,
A Shadow of four days long ago,
The remembrance of one who was Loving,
To a man who was blinded by his passion to show.
Where in a Country Lane beneath a Vault of Green,
Near rippling fields of Golden Wheat,
And flowing curves of idling Streams,
It's there each day we would gladly meet.
To walk the Lanes and Hazy Vales,
The sleepy Pastures that lay in the Sun,
The far off spread of Lofty Dales,
Under Wispy Clouds of Cotton spun.
Over many a Stile we trod the ground,
With the scent of the season in bud,
In Meadows bright scene was perfection found,
With a Curtain of mist on the distant Wood.
And how like Molten Bronze was the Western Sky,
As the Sun having dipped from all view,
Such a wondrous sight might have blessed the eye,
But my eyes never strayed as they beheld only you.
But our time was swift, it's Sand light of weight,
Like a Clouds Shadow swept along in a gale,
We were never to be by the ruling of fate,
No Clandestine Love could ever prevail.
And you gave me a Wild Rose for the keeping,
A remembrance of a forbidden affair,
And a Summer that was ever so fleeting,
To the dark quiet shame that we struggled to bare.