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ROSES FOR HER!
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ROSES FOR HER!
Roses for her! the dark-green bays for him,
To adorn the furrowed brows, the weary head,
Over which leaves of sorrow had been shed,
As many as on the autumn breezes swim.
Lilies for her! for Dante wreathe a dim
Grey crown as for one risen from the dead,—
Through every cell of purgatory led,—
For whom hell's horror mantled to the brim.
To adorn the furrowed brows, the weary head,
Over which leaves of sorrow had been shed,
As many as on the autumn breezes swim.
Lilies for her! for Dante wreathe a dim
Grey crown as for one risen from the dead,—
Through every cell of purgatory led,—
For whom hell's horror mantled to the brim.
For her the flowers of spring, for him the sere
And withered branches of the later days:
O Dante, great worn Dante, whom we praise
By all the ages counted first and dear,
Be thine the flaming offerings of the year
Being ended,—hers its softer opening sprays!
And withered branches of the later days:
O Dante, great worn Dante, whom we praise
By all the ages counted first and dear,
Be thine the flaming offerings of the year
Being ended,—hers its softer opening sprays!
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