She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.

She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.

There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the
thorns.

There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the
thorns.

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.

Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.

Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.

The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.

The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.

He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.

He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.

Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.

Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.

I wish I might a rose-bud grow
And thou wouldst cull me from the bower.
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I wish I might a rose-bud grow
And thou wouldst cull me from the bower.
To place me on that breast of snow
Where I should bloom a wintry flower.

Red as a rose of Harpocrate.

Red as a rose of Harpocrate.