A Rose Arose
What wondrous sight hath met my eyes this morn?
A perfect rose my garden hath just borne
Of colour red that’s ne’er been seen before
Perhaps it’s just a dream and nothing more
But wait, I never bade a rose grow there
What miracle of life, with form so fair
Could find its way into that very place
Where only yesterday I saw your face?
I tremble at the thought of stepping out
To see what fortune’s hand hast cast about
My heart behaves as though it were sixteen
For, then I see you rise out of that scene
No colour in the world can quite compare
To those that form your flaming auburn hair ~
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