Minuscula Lyrics of Nature, Art and Love. By Francis William Bourdillon |
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The Story of the Rose |
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The Story of the Rose
The rose said, Yes!
And the butterfly—
Ah, you may guess
His ecstasy!
How like a kiss his wing-plumes brushed
Her petals, and how fair she blushed.
And the butterfly—
Ah, you may guess
His ecstasy!
How like a kiss his wing-plumes brushed
Her petals, and how fair she blushed.
The rose said, Stay!
But another rose
Beside bloomed gay:
The bright wings rose,
Across the upturned face they cast
A moment's shadow, and then passed.
But another rose
Beside bloomed gay:
The bright wings rose,
Across the upturned face they cast
A moment's shadow, and then passed.
But ere the bird
Of night was calling,
Unseen, unheard,
Were petals falling,
Like drops in caverns, leaf by leaf,
Done with life, and love, and grief.
Of night was calling,
Unseen, unheard,
Were petals falling,
Like drops in caverns, leaf by leaf,
Done with life, and love, and grief.
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