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OPE, FOLDED ROSE!
Ope, folded rose!
Longs for thy beauty the expectant air;
Longs every silken breeze that round thee blows;
The watching summer longs to vaunt thee fair;
Ope, folded rose!
Longs for thy beauty the expectant air;
Longs every silken breeze that round thee blows;
The watching summer longs to vaunt thee fair;
Ope, folded rose!
Ope, folded rose!
The memory of thy glory lit the gloom,
The dull gray gloom of winter and its snows;
O dream of summer in the firelit room,
Ope, folded rose!
The memory of thy glory lit the gloom,
The dull gray gloom of winter and its snows;
O dream of summer in the firelit room,
Ope, folded rose!
Ope, folded rose!
The thrush has still'd the rustling elm with song;
The cuckoo's call through shadowy woodlands goes;
May is the morn; why lingerest thou so long?
Ope, folded rose!
The thrush has still'd the rustling elm with song;
The cuckoo's call through shadowy woodlands goes;
May is the morn; why lingerest thou so long?
Ope, folded rose!
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