Language: English 
Rose that wast born with the morning
And hast lived and died for me,
Here in the dusk of the evening
I rue the death of thee.

Would that the beauty and sweetness
That thou on my heart hast shed
I had caught into a cadence
To live when I am dead.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 52