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THE TOMB AND THE ROSE.
Said the Tomb, “O Rose, Love's flower,
What dost thou with thy dower
Of tears, the skies shed on thy bloom, each day?”
“O Tomb,” the red Rose said,
“What dost thou, with the dead,
That in thy greedy gulf drop fast away?”
What dost thou with thy dower
Of tears, the skies shed on thy bloom, each day?”
“O Tomb,” the red Rose said,
“What dost thou, with the dead,
That in thy greedy gulf drop fast away?”
Said the Rose, “O Tomb, I turn
Those tears, within my urn,
To honey sweet and amber-scented sighs.”
The Tomb said, “Of each soul,
Vain flower, that seeks my goal,
I make a shining angel for the skies.”
Those tears, within my urn,
To honey sweet and amber-scented sighs.”
The Tomb said, “Of each soul,
Vain flower, that seeks my goal,
I make a shining angel for the skies.”
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