Pink and white, and royal red,
A world of blushing roses.
A world of blushing roses.
Wandering at their own sweet will,
They paint the dullest places,
Or lean across the window-sill
With love-compelling faces.
They paint the dullest places,
Or lean across the window-sill
With love-compelling faces.
Such a grace about them clings,
Such an odor hovers,
That these wild and wayward things
Count us all their lovers.
Such an odor hovers,
That these wild and wayward things
Count us all their lovers.
Bloom, O roses! rich and sweet;
May no worm o'ertake you!
June is only half complete
Till the sunbeams wake you.
May no worm o'ertake you!
June is only half complete
Till the sunbeams wake you.
IXTHE CHOICE
Swift through the darkness
The little boat goes;
What is before us,
Who cares, and who knows?
The little boat goes;
What is before us,
Who cares, and who knows?
Low hang the branches
That border the stream;
Afloat in their shade,
Do we wake, do we dream?
That border the stream;
Afloat in their shade,
Do we wake, do we dream?
Could our flight through the twilight
Continue for aye,
Should we care for the sunlight,
Or pine for the day?
Continue for aye,
Should we care for the sunlight,
Or pine for the day?
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