I’ll tell you how the sun rose, -
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
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35
Nobody knows this little Rose—
It might a pilgrim be
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732
She rose to His Requirement—dropt
The Playthings of Her Life
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179
If I could bribe them by a Rose
I'd bring them every flower that grows
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194
On this long storm the Rainbow rose—
On this late Morn—the Sun—
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616
I rose—because He sank—
I thought it would be opposite—
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56
If I should cease to bring a Rose
Upon a festal day,
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208
The Rose did caper on her cheek—
Her Bodice rose and fell—
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991
She sped as Petals of a Rose
Offended by the Wind—
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A Wind that rose
Though not a Leaf
In any Forest stirred
But with itself did cold engage
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