Rosa Rosarum
Give me, O friend, the secret of thy heart
Safe in my breast to hide,
So that the leagues which keep our lives apart
May not our souls divide.
Give me the secret ot thy life to lay
Asleep within mine own.
Nor dream that it shall mock thee any day
By any sign or tone.
Nay, as in walking through some convent-close.
Passing beside a well,
Oft have we thrown a red and scented rose
To watch it as it fell;
Knowing that never more the rose shall rise
To shame us, being dead;
Watching it spin and dwindle till it lies
At rest, a speck of red—
Thus, I beseech thee, down the silent deep
And darkness of my heart.
Cast thou a rose; give me a rose to keep,
My friend, before we part.
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