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MUSCADINE.
I.
Rose of Provence, not well
Thou hast come where no man knows
Thy brethren's fragrant smell,
Rose.
Thou hast come where no man knows
Thy brethren's fragrant smell,
Rose.
None here may say how those
Flame-colours burn, or tell
How their deep hearts unclose.
Flame-colours burn, or tell
How their deep hearts unclose.
Alone I feel thy spell,
Knowing how the flower-land glows
Where thy companions fell,
Rose!
Knowing how the flower-land glows
Where thy companions fell,
Rose!
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II.
Flower of the south, we twain
Halve secrets of one hour
Of April's sun and rain,
Flower.
Halve secrets of one hour
Of April's sun and rain,
Flower.
Dead May-day's shine and shower
And soft hands kissed in vain
That plucked thee from thy bower!
And soft hands kissed in vain
That plucked thee from thy bower!
Of dead delight and pain
Only my grief for dower
And thy dried leaves remain,
Flower.
Only my grief for dower
And thy dried leaves remain,
Flower.
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