The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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THE ROSE AND THE LILY
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THE ROSE AND THE LILY
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The Lily watched the stately Rose
And envied her her bloom.
“I wait,” she said, “in white repose,
I might be in my tomb.
The Rose is sweet, the Rose is red,
Her lover is the Sun:
But I—I might as well be dead!
I'm loved and sought of none!
And envied her her bloom.
“I wait,” she said, “in white repose,
I might be in my tomb.
The Rose is sweet, the Rose is red,
Her lover is the Sun:
But I—I might as well be dead!
I'm loved and sought of none!
I never shall be happy,
I never shall be red!
The Rose has won my sweetheart,
I might as well be dead.”
I never shall be red!
The Rose has won my sweetheart,
I might as well be dead.”
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But oh! one marvellous morning came:
The Sun passed by the Rose;
He said, “I seek in love to-day
The sweetest flower that blows.
A rose is sweet, a rose is red,
Adorned with endless art,—
But as for me, I've sworn to wed
Nought but a lily's heart.
The Sun passed by the Rose;
He said, “I seek in love to-day
The sweetest flower that blows.
A rose is sweet, a rose is red,
Adorned with endless art,—
But as for me, I've sworn to wed
Nought but a lily's heart.
I never shall be happy”
—So sang the Sun so bright—
“Without my love, my Lily,
So tender and so white.”
—So sang the Sun so bright—
“Without my love, my Lily,
So tender and so white.”
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