To Constantia.
1. The rose that drinks the fountain dew In the pleasant air of noon, Grows pale and blue with altered hue - In the gaze of the nightly moon; For the planet of frost, so cold and bright, Makes it wan with her borrowed light. 2. Such is my heart - roses are fair, And that at best a withered blossom; But thy false care did idly wear Its withered leaves in a faithless bosom; And fed with love, like air and dew, Its growth - NOTES: _1 The rose]The red Rose B. _2 pleasant]fragrant B. _6 her omitted B.
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