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TWO BLUSH-ROSES.
But she looked at the rose in the summer,
And said, with a tremulous tear,
"The love that now beats in my bosom
Will bloom in a blush-rose next year."
And said, with a tremulous tear,
"The love that now beats in my bosom
Will bloom in a blush-rose next year."
A blush-rose lay in the summer;
There were golden lights in the sky,
And a woman saw the blossom,
As she stood with her lover nigh.
There were golden lights in the sky,
And a woman saw the blossom,
As she stood with her lover nigh.
The band in the flowering distance
Played the dreamy Italian air,
Like a memory changed to music,
And it drifted everywhere.
Played the dreamy Italian air,
Like a memory changed to music,
And it drifted everywhere.
"I love you," he tenderly whispered;
"I love you," she timidly said:
And the music grew sadder and sadder,
And the blush-rose before them dropped dead.
"I love you," she timidly said:
And the music grew sadder and sadder,
And the blush-rose before them dropped dead.
Then he knew that the music remembered,
And knew the love that had beat
Last year in her beautiful bosom
Lay dead in the rose at his feet.
And knew the love that had beat
Last year in her beautiful bosom
Lay dead in the rose at his feet.
