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ROSE-FRUIT
They praised me when they found the new-born bud,
And all my blood
Flamed, as I burst in blossom, to requite
Their dear delight.
And all my blood
Flamed, as I burst in blossom, to requite
Their dear delight.
And still they praised my beauty, as I grew
In the sun's view;
Then what will be their joy, said I, to find
My fruit behind!
In the sun's view;
Then what will be their joy, said I, to find
My fruit behind!
But when the wind came, and revealed at last
My heart set fast,
They said, ‘'Twere well this cumbering thing should go;
New buds will blow.’
My heart set fast,
They said, ‘'Twere well this cumbering thing should go;
New buds will blow.’
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