With A Rose

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Title:     With A Rose
Author: Dora Sigerson Shorter [More Titles by Shorter]

In the heart of a rose
Lies the heart of a maid;
If you be not afraid
You will wear it. Who knows?

In the pink of its bloom,
Lay your lips to her cheek;
Since a rose cannot speak,
And you gain the perfume.

If the dews on the leaf
Are the tears from her eyes;
If she withers and dies,
Why, you have the belief,

That a rose cannot speak,
Though the heart of a maid
In its bosom must fade,
And with fading must break.

[The end]
Dora Sigerson Shorter's poem: With A Rose

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