 | Marah |  |
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ONE ROSE
1
My blessing on you, roses, all save one!Curst be the blood-red rose she used to wear
In those fierce summers that have slain my sun,
To lure love to her bosom and her hair!
2
The past's spent torments does that rose renew.Hot from my heart its hated petals take
The blood that gives them their ensanguined hue,
And all my life is paler for its sake.
| Marah | |