The Heart of the Rose

The Poet talked with the happy Rose,
And oft did the Rose repeat
How all her care was but to be fair,
And all her task to be sweet.

Ah, rash was the Rose — the tragic Rose!
She hath bared to the poeTher heart!
And now he can take it, and crush and break it,
And rich in its attar depart.
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