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[Poor withered rose and dry]
Poor withered rose and dry,
Skeleton of a rose,
Risen to testify
To love's sad close:
Skeleton of a rose,
Risen to testify
To love's sad close:
Treasured for love's sweet sake,
That of joy past
Thou might'st again awake
Memory at last.
That of joy past
Thou might'st again awake
Memory at last.
Yet is thy perfume sweet;
Thy petals red
Yet tell of summer heat,
And the gay bed:
Thy petals red
Yet tell of summer heat,
And the gay bed:
Yet, yet recall the glow
Of the gazing sun,
When at thy bush we two
Joined hands in one.
Of the gazing sun,
When at thy bush we two
Joined hands in one.
But, rose, thou hast not seen,
Thou hast not wept
The change that passed between,
Whilst thou hast slept.
Thou hast not wept
The change that passed between,
Whilst thou hast slept.
To me thou seemest yet
The dead dream's thrall:
While I live and forget
Dream, truth and all.
The dead dream's thrall:
While I live and forget
Dream, truth and all.
Thou art more fresh than I,
Rose, sweet and red:
Salt on my pale cheeks lie
The tears I shed.
Rose, sweet and red:
Salt on my pale cheeks lie
The tears I shed.
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