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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.
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
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.
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.
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.
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!
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
