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"THE LITTLE ROSE IS DUST, MY DEAR"
The little rose is dust, my dear; The elfin wind is gone That sang a song of silver words And cooled our hearts with dawn.
And what is left to hope, my dear, Or what is left to say?
The rose, the little wind and you Have gone so far away.
Grace Hazard Conkling [18
DIRGE
Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still Tap at thy window-sill, Though ever love call and call Thou wilt not hear at all, My dear, my dear.
Adelaide c.r.a.psey [1878-1914]
THE LITTLE RED RIBBON
The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!
The summertime comes, and the summertime goes-- And never a blossom in all of the land As white as the gleam of her beckoning hand!
The long winter months, and the glare of the snows; The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!
And never a glimmer of sun in the skies As bright as the light of her glorious eyes!
Dreams only are true: but they fade and are gone-- For her face is not here when I waken at dawn; The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose Mine only; hers only the dream and repose.
I am weary of waiting, and weary of tears, And my heart wearies, too, all these desolate years, Moaning over the one only song that it knows,-- The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!
James Whitcomb Riley [1849-1916]
THE ROSARY
The hours I spent with thee, dear heart, Are as a string of pearls to me; I count them over, every one apart, My rosary.
Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer, To still a heart in absence wrung; I tell each bead unto the end and there A cross is hung.
Oh memories that bless--and burn!
Oh barren gain--and bitter loss!
I kiss each bead, and strive at last to learn To kiss the cross, Sweetheart, To kiss the cross.
Robert Cameron Rogers [1862-1912]
LOVE'S FULFILMENT
"MY TRUE-LOVE HATH MY HEART"
From the "Arcadia"
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given: I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss; There never was a better bargain driven; His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his, because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight; My heart was wounded from his wounded heart; For as from me, on him his hurt did light, So still me thought in me his heart did smart: Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss, My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
Philip Sidney [1554-1586]
SONG
O sweet delight, O more than human bliss, With her to live that ever loving is!
To hear her speak whose words are so well placed That she by them, as they in her are graced: Those looks to view that feast the viewer's eye, How blest is he that may so live and die!
Such love as this the Golden Times did know, When all did reap, yet none took care to sow; Such love as this an endless summer makes, And all distaste from frail affection takes.
So loved, so blest, in my beloved am I: Which till their eyes ache, let iron men envy!
Thomas Campion [?--1619]
THE GOOD-MORROW
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then?
