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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Poor Withered RosePaul Laurence Dunbar - Poor Withered Rose
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_A Song_   Poor withered rose, she gave it me,   Half in revenge and half in glee;   Its petals not so pink by half   As are her lips when curled to laugh,   As are her cheeks when dimples gay   In merry mischief o`er them play.   _Chorus_       Forgive, forgive, it seems unkind       To cast thy petals to the wind;       But it is right, and lest I err       So scatter I all thought of her.   Poor withered rose, so like my heart,   That wilts at sorrow`s cruel dart.   Who hath not felt the winter`s blight   When every hope seemed warm and bright?   Who doth not know love unreturned,   E`en when the heart most wildly burned?   Poor withered rose, thou liest dead;   Too soon thy beauty`s bloom hath fled.   `Tis not without a tearful ruth   I watch decay thy blushing youth;   And though thy life goes out in dole,   Thy perfume lingers in my soul.
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