'This Morn for You'
THIS morn for you I Roses bound,
So many that the ribbon wound
About them snapped, with all that bloom distent.
The ribbon snapped; away they flew;
The wind that bore them seaward blew, —
Adown the wind, to come no more, they went.
The wave, that took them, flushed like wine,
And still these lawny folds of mine
Retain to-night the memory and the scent.
So many that the ribbon wound
About them snapped, with all that bloom distent.
The ribbon snapped; away they flew;
The wind that bore them seaward blew, —
Adown the wind, to come no more, they went.
The wave, that took them, flushed like wine,
And still these lawny folds of mine
Retain to-night the memory and the scent.
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