A Song of Love
Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?
Sweet eyes that smiled,
Now wet and wild;
O Eye and Tear—mother and child.
Well: Love and Pain
Be kinsfolk twain:
Yet would, Oh would I could love again.
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?
Sweet eyes that smiled,
Now wet and wild;
O Eye and Tear—mother and child.
Well: Love and Pain
Be kinsfolk twain:
Yet would, Oh would I could love again.
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