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XI
FLOWER GIRLS
I know a girl who's a pansy,
Wistful and shy of face,
Yet with her lowly and wildwood air
Blending patrician grace.
Wistful and shy of face,
Yet with her lowly and wildwood air
Blending patrician grace.
I know a girl who 's an orchid,
Symmetry's choicest mould,
Body and soul as by sculpture wrought,
Both statuesquely cold.
Symmetry's choicest mould,
Body and soul as by sculpture wrought,
Both statuesquely cold.
I know a girl who 's a red rose,
Passionate, proud, yet sweet;
I know a girl who 's a white rose,
Pensive, serene, discreet.
Passionate, proud, yet sweet;
I know a girl who 's a white rose,
Pensive, serene, discreet.
But ah, one girl, who 's a rose-in-bloom,
Is dearer than all to me,
While my love o'er the opening leaves of her life
Hangs poised like a buoyant bee.
Is dearer than all to me,
While my love o'er the opening leaves of her life
Hangs poised like a buoyant bee.
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