Incident on an ordinary Monday
Crimson rose, your Ruby Wedding,
not a gift to me,
jewelled rose, your bounty bleeding
blossom from the tree.
Velvet bee that sweet heart singing,
trapped inside the glass,
on pane of death, your life-force squand'ring,
echoes of the Mass.
Limpid wall of stings and sighing,
God by woman's hand supplying
rescue from the curse.
Wings upswept on morning gilded
home on smiling rose,
in her silken petals folded,
bee his purpose knows!
Charles Napier Hemy