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Title: The Rose Of Love
Author: Cotton Noe [
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The flowers closed their autumn bloom
Awhile the bleak winds blew,
And meekly bowing to their doom
They lay in shroud of frozen gloom
The whole long winter through.
There's ever been the same sad tale
To tell of Nature's loves;
Her artful methods never fail
To win the hearts they once assail,
Though she inconstant proves.
Last spring I heard the whisperings low
To modest Daffodil
That won her smile ere yet the snow
Had melted and begun its flow
Adown the little rill.
And soon her soft caresses proved
Too much for Meadow Rue;
And next Anemone was moved;
Spring Beauty whom the nymphs had loved
In shady woods to woo.
But some less trustful, still were slow
To yield their loves' perfume,
Till, melted by the summer's glow,
They let their pent-up passions flow
Through many colored bloom.
But Nature soon withdrew her smile;
I saw their petals pale
And droop, now conscious of the guile
Their fickle lover used the while
She wooed them in the vale.
* * * * *
All winter I had breathed upon
The clos-ed bud of love;
Its milk-white petals, one by one
At last unfolded in the sun
My heart had longed to prove.
And when it reached its full broad blow
It shed a fragrance sweet
From out its bosom lilied snow,--
And incense that the gods I know
Had smiled with joy to greet.
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And Nature now begins again
Her courtship with the flowers;
She chants in groves her minstrel strain,
She smiles, and frowns, and weeps in rain
Of gentle April showers.
And while she tries with song of thrush
Once more those hearts to move,
I've seen her oft relentless crush,--
My bud still blooms forever fresh--
It is the Rose of Love!
[The end]
Cotton Noe's poem: Rose Of Love
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