The place in which they grew was wild and dry, mostly covered with grass, but having patches of heath.

It extended on every side as far as he could see.

But although it was so wild, yet wherever in an ordinary heath you might have expected furze bushes, or holly, or broom, there grew roses--wild and rare--all kinds.
On every side, far and near, roses were glowing.

There too was the gum-cistus, whose flowers fall every night and come again the next morning, lilacs and syringas and laburnums, and many shrubs besides, of which he did not know the names; but the roses were everywhere.

He wandered on and on, wondering when it would come to an end.