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WITH A ROSE
Take it and wear it!
If it were half as sweet
As the breast to bear it,
Even for you,
I could hardly spare it.
If it were half as sweet
As the breast to bear it,
Even for you,
I could hardly spare it.
Reigning, 'twill wonder
Deep at your lake-like eyes;
At its image under
Sparkles and mist;
And your heart's low thunder.
Deep at your lake-like eyes;
At its image under
Sparkles and mist;
And your heart's low thunder.
Thus shall this rose's
Home be an exquisite home,
Where the Spring ne'er closes
The snowdrop's life,
And herself reposes.
Home be an exquisite home,
Where the Spring ne'er closes
The snowdrop's life,
And herself reposes.
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Take it and wear it!
When it has kissed the heart
I desire to bear it,
Send it me back,
That our breasts may share it.
When it has kissed the heart
I desire to bear it,
Send it me back,
That our breasts may share it.
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