Sweet Scents In Midsummer

sweet scents upon a midsummer's morn
with the sweet song of a woodland lark
and the mockingbird's call of scorn

the roses were uncurling beside their thorns
outside my window in the lady's park
sweet scents upon a midsummer's morn

there was a sad man wandering all forlorn
his movements were bleak his face was dark
hearing the mockingbird's call of scorn

he gathered some roses up to be bourne
to the open window his eyes had marked
sweet scents upon a midsummer's morn

the heads from these roses quickly were shorn
red on white marble, colors harsh and stark
and the mockingbird's call of scorn

the poor man's heart is broken and torn
by broken roses and a harsh remark
sweet scents upon a midsummer's morn
mocked by the call of a mockingbird's scorn.