Rose, thou art the sweetest flowerThat ever drank the amber shower;
Rose, thou art the fondest child
Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild,
Even the Gods, who walk the sky,
Are amorous of thy scented sigh.
- Thomas Moore
Thursday, August 04, 2005
A Rose
Rose, thou art the sweetest flowerThat ever drank the amber shower;
Rose, thou art the fondest child
Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild,
Even the Gods, who walk the sky,
Are amorous of thy scented sigh.
- Thomas Moore
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