THE ROSE AND THE JASMINE
The morn's fresh light still finds me on a throne
Where care is not, nor blissful pains that kill.
JASMINE
Sweet, sweet my breath, oh, sweet beyond compare!
ROSE
Rare, rare the splendors of my regal crown!
BOTH
Choose which thou wilt, bold lover, yet beware
Lest to a luckless choice thou bendest down!
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