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O rose, who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,
But pale, read more
O rose, who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,--
Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.
There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the
thorns.
There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the
thorns.
And thus, what can we do,
Poor rose and poet too,
Who both antedate our mission
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And thus, what can we do,
Poor rose and poet too,
Who both antedate our mission
In an unprepared season?
When love came first to earth, the Spring
Spread rose-beds to receive him.
When love came first to earth, the Spring
Spread rose-beds to receive him.
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
You smell a rose through a fence:
If two should smell it, what matter?
You smell a rose through a fence:
If two should smell it, what matter?
