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REPROOF TO A ROSE.
Sad rose, foolish rose,
Fading on the floor,
Will he love you while he knows
There are many more
At the very door?

Sad rose, foolish rose,
One among the rest:
Each is lovely—each that blows;
It must be confest
None is loveliest.

Sad rose, foolish rose,
Had you known to wait,
And with dead leaves or with snow
Come alone and late—
Sweet had been your fate!