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SKY-ROSES

Roses in the sky,
 Roses in the sea;
Bowers of scarlet sky-roses,
 Take my heart and me.

God was good to make,
 This December weather,
All His sky a rose-garden,
 Rose and fire together.

To the East are burning
 Roses in a garden,
Roses in a rosy field,
 Hesper for their warden.

Yonder to the West
 Roses all a-fire,
Mirror now some rare splendid
 Rose of their desire.

Pulsing deeper, deeper,
 Waves of fire throb on.
Never were such roses
 At sunset or dawn.

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