89. To Apollinaris with a Rose Garland -
Go happy rose, let thy soft petals bind
Those locks now bright, and if, when they are white
With Time's chill snows, thou still thereon art twined,
May fate be kind, and Venus never slight
The flower she choose, the flower of her delight.
Those locks now bright, and if, when they are white
With Time's chill snows, thou still thereon art twined,
May fate be kind, and Venus never slight
The flower she choose, the flower of her delight.
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