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A Rose of Women

 

Now lilies blow upon the windy height,

Now flowers the pansy kissed by tender rain,

Narcissus builds his house of self-delight

And Love’s own fairest flower blooms again;

Vainly your gems, 0 meadows, you recall;

One simple girl breathes sweeter than you all.

 

 Meleager

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