Poems (Dorr)/Three Roses
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THREE ROSES
"Oh, shall it be a red rose, a red rose, a red rose, A deep-tinted red rose?" said she. "In the sunny garden closes, How they burn, the dark-red roses,How they lift up their glowing cups to me!"
"Oh, shall it be a blush rose, a blush rose, a blush rose, A dewy, dainty blush rose?" said she. "At its heart a flush so tender, With what veiled and softened splendorDroopeth now its languid head toward me!"
"Oh, shall it be a white rose, a white rose, a white rose, A fair and fragrant white rose?" said she. "With its pale cheek tinted faintly, 'Tis a vestal, pure and saintly,Yet its silver lamp is shining now for me!"