Counting it only as a rose to wear

Counting it only as a rose to wear

 

A little moment on my heart no more,

A little moment on my heart no more,

 

So many roses had I worn before,

So many roses had I worn before,

 

So lightly that I scarce believed them there.

So lightly that I scarce believed them there.

 

 

But, Lo! this rose between the dusk and dawn

But, Lo! this rose between the dusk and dawn

 

Hath turned to very flame upon my breast,

Hath turned to very flame upon my breast,

 

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