Here bloom red roses, dewy wet, And beds of fragrant mignonette.
Nature lies, disheveled, pale, With her feverish lips apart,- Day by day the pulses fail, Nearer to her bounding heart. - Goodale Sisters
Nature lies, disheveled, pale, With her feverish lips apart,- Day by day the pulses fail, Nearer to her bounding heart.
- Goodale Sisters
Here bloom red roses, dewy wet, And beds of fragrant mignonette. - Goodale Sisters
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