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The Rose Has Left The Garden

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The Rose has left the garden,     Here she but faintly lives,     Lives but for me,     Within this little urn of pot-pourri     Of all that was     And never more can be,     While her black berries harden     On the wind-shaken tree.     Yet if my song a little fragrance gives,     'Tis not all loss,     Something I save     From the sweet grave     Wherein she lies,     Something she gave     That never dies,     Something that may still live     In these my words     That draw from her their breath,     And fain would be her birds     Still in her death.

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