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ON THE RONDEAU, “JUST LIKE LOVE IS YONDER ROSE.”

No, ah! no; not just like love,
Is yon gay and conscious rose;
All its flaunting leaves disclose
Sun-shine joy—and fearless prove;
Not like love!
But yonder little violet-flower,
That, folded in its purple veil,
And trembling to the lightest gale,
Weeps beneath that shadowing bower,
Is just like love!
Though filled with dew its closing eyes,
Though bends its slender stem in air,
It breathes perfume and blossoms fair,
It feeds on tears, and lives on sighs,
Just like love!

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And should a sun-beam kiss its leaf,
How bright the dew-drops would appear!
Like beams of hope upon a tear,
Like light of smiles through parting grief!
And just like love!