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‘Tis but a flow’ret pressed and dead
Before me lies—
A rose that once was fresh and red,
And by the fragrance sweet it shed
‘Neath azure skies—
A gentle maiden thither led,
And then it dies.
A rose, though dead, its odour gone,
I still revere;
A rose that seems but yestermorn
By a maiden fair was shorn,
And from her bier
By this hapless bard was borne
And treasured here.
Edward S. Sorenson, Casino
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