Roseate Dew
Old-fashioned beauty kissed by morning dew,
In summer-rain her dreams reflect the sun,
And poets ponder magic she can do,
As worldly things the mind must surely shun,
Her thorns shall fight the heart that isn’t true,
Yet bring her tender kiss to love begun,
To poets gazing on her blooming blush,
She sings harmony in a whispered hush.
Form: Ottava Rima
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