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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

With a Rose from Conway Castle

By Julia C. R. Dorr (1825–1913)

[From Poems. 1892.]

ON hoary Conway’s battlemented height,

O poet-heart, I pluck for thee a rose!

Through arch and court the sweet wind wandering goes;

Round each high tower the rooks in airy flight

Circle and wheel, all bathed in amber light;

Low at my feet the winding river flows;

Valley and town, entranced in deep repose,

War doth no more appal, nor foes affright.

Thou knowest how softly on the castle walls,

Where mosses creep, and ivies far and free

Fling forth their pennants to the freshening breeze,

Like God’s own benison this sunshine falls.

Therefore, O friend, across the sundering seas,

Fair Conway sends this sweet wild rose to thee!