A Frail Bond...?

A frail bond...? - - - - - - - - At the blush of early morn With sunshine in my hands I went out gathering roses And on my way down Towards a country lane I found a comely garden Full of blossoms of roses I did hold them in my heart And came home gay and buoyant But so firmly they were held That they slipped out of my heart And fell to the ground So swiftly they were Carried away by the wind Only to be seen floating on the water Of a brook close by never to return Alas! I could not catch one for her And it seemed bonds were broken Oh no, breathe on bosom my dear For it is still present blended with love As fresh as a rose in my raiment here