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ROSES

The moon hid her face to-night,
 Veiled her in roses,
Rose-leaves in brilliant flight
 From the sun's closes.

Rose of a million leaves,
 How she is scattered!
Like to earth's rose that grieves,
 Dewless, unwatered.

Over the leaf-green sky
 Rose-leaves are drifting;
Now the wind heaps them high,
 Now is a sifting.

There in the midmost flare
 Dian, capricious,
Draws the rose o'er her hair,
 Scented, delicious.

There from the rosiest heaps
 Dian discloses
Dimly her eyes and lips,
 Smiling through roses.

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