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THE LILY AND THE ROSE.
A lily with the fragrance of my rose
Mingled strange fleeting odours passing sweet,
And in the imprint of that flower's feet
Left novel tints and subtle signs of snows;
Now in my heart a double blossom blows,
And all my soul is ravished by the heat
Of summer twice inflamed, and seems to beat
Responsive as the ascending season grows.
Mingled strange fleeting odours passing sweet,
And in the imprint of that flower's feet
Left novel tints and subtle signs of snows;
Now in my heart a double blossom blows,
And all my soul is ravished by the heat
Of summer twice inflamed, and seems to beat
Responsive as the ascending season grows.
For first the rose with crimson scent delayed
The full outpouring of the lily's breath,
And faint her presence was and pale as death,
And timidly she lingered in the shade;
But now I kiss with valour every braid,
And yearn ecstatic o'er each word she saith.
The full outpouring of the lily's breath,
And faint her presence was and pale as death,
And timidly she lingered in the shade;
But now I kiss with valour every braid,
And yearn ecstatic o'er each word she saith.
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