Here you will find the Poem The Hawthorn of poet Victor James Daley
BY the road, near her father?s dwelling, There groweth a hawthorn tree: Its blossoms are fair and fragrant As the love that I cast from me. It is all a-bloom this morning In the sunny silentness, And grows by the roadside, radiant As a bride in her bridal dress. But ah me! at sight of its blossoms No pleasant memories start: I see but the thorns beneath them? And the thorns they pierce my heart.