A MOSS-ROSE.
. ' —'• . f If the rose of all flowers be the rarest. That Heaven may adore from above, And the fervent moss-rose be the fairest . That sweetens the summer with love, Can it be. that a fairer than any Should blossom afar from the tree ? Yet one, and a symbol of many, 0 Shone sudden fit eyes that could see; In the grime and the gloom of November 1 The bliss and the bloom of July Bade autumn rejoice and remember The balm of the blossoms gone by, Would you know what moss-rose now it may be That puts all the rest to the blush ? The flower was the face of a baby. The moss was a bonnet of plush. e —From Swinburne's ' Astrophel.' . =
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Evening Star, Issue 9582, 31 December 1894, Page 4 (Supplement)
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124A MOSS-ROSE. Evening Star, Issue 9582, 31 December 1894, Page 4 (Supplement)
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