One sunny springtime morning
I met her on a fair day.
I saw her from a distance
Out strolling on the fair way.
As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.
I heard that she was singing
As I maundered ever near;
The sweetest charming plainsong
Sent softly to my ear.
As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.
She had the rarest countenance,
She had the fairest flowing hair;
She looked the grandest lady,
Ethereal beyond compare.
As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.
She was a rose of this fair land,
The flower of Saint George,
But I my master's vassal,
A servant of the forge.
So, like the springtime morning
She filled my heart with joy...
She, a rose of England
Whilst I, a blacksmith's boy.
A Blacksmith's Boy
Alan S Jeeves
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Poem topics: flower, hair, heart, sunny, master, lady, ethereal, Valentine's Day, distance, saint, compare, joy, rose, morning, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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