The Rosebud
In June I brought her roses, and she cupt One slim bud in her hand and cherisht it, And put it to her mouth. Rose and she supt Each other's sweetness; but the flower was lit By her kind eyes, and glowed. Then in her breast She laid it blushing, warm and doubly blest.
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"In June I brought her roses, and she cupt..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Maurice Henry Hewlett delivers a powerful performance in "The Rosebud"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...