That grow Where the frost and the wind never harden Flakes of snow, Nor ever is rain At all, But the roses rejoice to remain Fair and tall— 349 The roses of love, 349 More sweet Than blossoms that rain from above Round our feet, When under high bowers We pass, Where the west wind freckles with flowers All the grass. But a child's thoughts bear More bright Sweet visions by day, and more fair Dreams by night,
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