by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Lady, when I behold the roses
 (Sung text for setting by W. Walton)
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Language: English 
Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting,
Which clad in damask mantles deck the arbours,
And then behold your lips where sweet love harbours,
My eyes present me with a double doubting;
For, viewing both alike, hardly my mind supposes
Whether the roses be your lips or your lips the roses.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 51