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Edith Nesbit - Song Of The Rose
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THE lilac-time is over, 
    Laburnum`s day is past, 
The red may-blossoms cover 
    The white ones, fallen too fast. 
And guelder-roses hang like snow, 
Where purple flag-flowers grow. 


And still the tulip lingers, 
    The wall-flower`s red like blood 
The ivy spreads pale fingers, 
    The rose is in the bud. 
Good-bye, sweet lilac, and sweet may! 
The Rose is on the way. 


You were but heralds sent us-- 
    All April`s buds, and May`s-- 
But painted missals lent us 
    That we might learn her praise, 
Might cast down every bud that blows 
Before our Queen, the Rose!
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