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MY ROSE
In the fair garden occupied by those
Loved of the poets, I would place my queen,—
And very sure am I there hath not been
Upon the grass-plots any statelier rose;—
That in that garden not a blossom blows
With sweeter scent, or more abundant sheen
Of flawless petals,—that amidst the green
No tenderer bud of fiery crimson glows.
Loved of the poets, I would place my queen,—
And very sure am I there hath not been
Upon the grass-plots any statelier rose;—
That in that garden not a blossom blows
With sweeter scent, or more abundant sheen
Of flawless petals,—that amidst the green
No tenderer bud of fiery crimson glows.
There she shall stand for ever:—and when I
Am dead, and she forgets my very name,
My soul shall not forget to leave the sky
And bend above her in the sun's red flame
And soothe her with soft showers,—unknown to her
My presence shall perpetually be nigh.
Am dead, and she forgets my very name,
My soul shall not forget to leave the sky
And bend above her in the sun's red flame
And soothe her with soft showers,—unknown to her
My presence shall perpetually be nigh.
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