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IV. THE ROSE.
A rose I bear close-cherished in my breast,
Nurtured on earth, but all her being fair
So bathed in dews of heaven and heavenly air
That of sweet magic is she grown possest,
In new unfolding petals ever drest,
And ever breathing some new fragrance rare;
Whereto my heart must fondly still repair
To feed my inmost life and tenderest.
Nurtured on earth, but all her being fair
So bathed in dews of heaven and heavenly air
That of sweet magic is she grown possest,
In new unfolding petals ever drest,
And ever breathing some new fragrance rare;
Whereto my heart must fondly still repair
To feed my inmost life and tenderest.
Yet through all varying charm my starry rose
Denies no whit her dear identity.
One peerless perfume hers, one crimson flame
Through infinite new birth of beauty glows;
Through all love past and all sweet love to be,
Changeless in change, for evermore the same.
Denies no whit her dear identity.
One peerless perfume hers, one crimson flame
Through infinite new birth of beauty glows;
Through all love past and all sweet love to be,
Changeless in change, for evermore the same.
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