A song from the Irish

William Drennan
The Cabinet of Irish Literature (edited by Charles A. Read)
Volume 2

Branch of the sweet and early rose,

That in the purest beauty grows,

So passing sweet to smell and sight,

On whom shalt thou bestow delight?

Who, in the dewy evening walk,

Shall pluck thee from the tender stalk?

Whose temples blushing shalt thou twine;

And who inhale thy breath divine?