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SUB ROSA.
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SUB ROSA.
I pluck for you Still wet with dewFresh flowers of every shape and hue, Which 'neath the skies Of your blue eyesShall fairer seem than where they grew.
This bursting rose The passion showsWhich my poor lips would fain disclose; O let it rest Upon your breast,And breathe the secret that it knows!
VALENTINE FOR SYMPATHETIC INK.
Dear girl, if thou hadst been less fair, Or I had been more bold,The burning words I now would write, Ere this my tongue had told.
True to its bashful instinct still, My love erects this screen,And writes the words it dare not speak In ink that can't be seen!
