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A white rosebud for a guerdon.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the
thorns.
There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the
thorns.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its read more
Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.
Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck
Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck
Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
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.
