High On Brockworth common
Where the west winds blow
Mass the sweet briar roses
Drifts of fragrant snow
Creamy, dreamy roses,
Fresh as mornings birth
Bridal veils of sweetness
Flung across the earth.

All amongst the roses
Stray the browsing sheep
In a sea of roses
Lost and hidden deep
Tangled, spangled roses
Rioting at will
Heaped in warm, white glory
Over all the hill.

Starry through the twilight
When the sunset dies
Gleam the wan-sweet roses
'Neath the fading skies
Twining, shining roses
Filling all the air
With the rich dim incense
Of their evening prayer.

This one is not mine btw.