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But now I mark with sad surprise,
Thy evanescent bloom decay;
Quickly will fade thy roseate dyes,
Soon will thy beauties pass away.
Thy evanescent bloom decay;
Quickly will fade thy roseate dyes,
Soon will thy beauties pass away.
E'en while I gaze, thy lovely head
Is bending towards its parent earth;
Soon will thy glories all be shed
Upon the spot which gave them birth.
Is bending towards its parent earth;
Soon will thy glories all be shed
Upon the spot which gave them birth.
Sweet Rose! still to my heart thou'rt dear,
Though 'reft of all thy fragrant bloom;
I'll place thy wither'd beauties here,
I'll make this woe-worn breast thy tomb.
Though 'reft of all thy fragrant bloom;
I'll place thy wither'd beauties here,
I'll make this woe-worn breast thy tomb.
