Saturday, December 1, 2007

Two Flowers

Two roses bloomed, o wondrous fair,
And cast their fragrance everywhere;
Love culled one rose and twined it in your hair,
A perfect rose beyond a flower’s compare.
The other rose that blossoms in the are
Of duty, I its fragrance share
To-day. For sundered far, there
Are the blooms that love and duty wear—
Your flower and mine.

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