The Lily sweetens for no living lover,
But listens for the loitering feet of Death:
The Iris has strange secrets to discover,
Rosemary some old grief remembereth.
Forget-me-not' s blue eyes are dim with passion,
Sir Humble-Bee has jilted Columbine,
Lavender's an old maid, and out of fashion,
And Madam Tulip's gown is over fine.
Red Rose alone is royal in her giving,
And is no niggard, all her gold being spent:
She gives her colour and her fragrance living,
And, being dead and dust, she gives her scent.
Red Rose, throned safe beyond all fear of treason,
Blenching no whit when rude hands shake your tree,
In season, noble Rose, and out of season —
In life, in dreams, in death, be friends with me!
I am busy working to bring Nora Hopper Chesson's "Red Rose" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you soon.
At V2Melody, each arrangement is crafted with care through a thoughtful partnership of human artistry and technological innovation. This process involves:
This creative journey takes time—each composition represents hours of dedicated work to create something that deepens our connection to Nora Hopper Chesson's words in meaningful ways.
While you wait for the complete interpretation, I invite you to explore other musical arrangements in my gallery or learn more about Nora Hopper Chesson's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "Red Rose" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.