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Augusta Davies Webster - Not To Be
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THE rose said "Let but this long rain be past,
    And I shall feel my sweetness in the sun
And pour its fullness into life at last."
But when the rain was done,
But when dawn sparkled through unclouded air,
She was not there.

The lark said "Let but winter be away,
    And blossoms come, and light, and I will soar,
And lose the earth, and be the voice of day."
But when the snows were o`er,
But when spring broke in blueness overhead,
The lark was dead.

And myriad roses made the garden glow,
    And skylarks carolled all the summer long—
What lack of birds to sing and flowers to blow?
Yet, ah, lost scent, lost song!
Poor empty rose, poor lark that never trilled!
Dead unfulfilled!
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