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ROSALIND.
On every tree the graven rind
Retains the name of Rosalind;
I carved mine with it on each tree;
'Tis she alone that loseth me.
Retains the name of Rosalind;
I carved mine with it on each tree;
'Tis she alone that loseth me.
I dug into the quarried stone
Her name, so should our love be known
To latest years: for my reward
I found her more than marble hard.
Her name, so should our love be known
To latest years: for my reward
I found her more than marble hard.
“My Rosalind” with idle hand
I traced upon the shifting sand,
To be by the next flood effaced:
Her ebb of love had greater haste.
I traced upon the shifting sand,
To be by the next flood effaced:
Her ebb of love had greater haste.
Than stone more hard is Rosalind,
And looser than the sand her mind:
Hard heart and will infirm I find;
Love's grave I dig for Rosalind.
And looser than the sand her mind:
Hard heart and will infirm I find;
Love's grave I dig for Rosalind.
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