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Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves,
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves,
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
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.
'Twas a yellow rose,
By that south window of the little house,
My cousin Romney gathered with read more
'Twas a yellow rose,
By that south window of the little house,
My cousin Romney gathered with his hand
On all my birthdays, for me. save the last;
And then I shook the tree too rough, too rough,
For roses to stay after.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
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?