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TE rose sighed in the morn, Red rose laughed in the noon, And "Sweetest sweetness is ended soon,"And "Never heed for the thorn.""Love's hour passes away," White rose breathed in my ear; Red rose whispered "No need to fear;
The day is enough for day."Shall I heed white or red? Shall I heed both aright? Sighing and laughing, red and white,'Tis "Love her" they both have said.
Augusta Davies Webster
Augusta Webster (30 January 1837 – 5 September 1894) was an English poet, dramatist, essayist, and translator. The daughter of Vice-admiral Geor
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