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 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
First Rose.
“What haps to a gathered flower?”
Second Rose.
“Nay, sister, now who can tell?
One comes not back a single hour,
To say it is ill or well:
I would with such an one confer,
To know what strange things chanced to her.”
“What haps to a gathered flower?”
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“Nay, sister, now who can tell?
One comes not back a single hour,
To say it is ill or well:
I would with such an one confer,
To know what strange things chanced to her.”
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |