A rose, but one, none other rose had I,
A rose, one rose, and this was wondrous fair,
One rose, a rose that gladdened earth and sky,
One rose, my rose, that sweetened all mine air —
I cared not for the thorns; the thorns were there.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet

Idylls of the King, “Pelleas and Ettarre” (1859-1885)