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1861–1923

THE ROSEBUD

Maurice Henry Hewlett

In June I brought her roses, and she cupt One slim bud in her hand and cherisht it, And put it to her mouth. Rose and she supt Each other's sweetness; but the flower was lit

By her kind eyes, and glowed. Then in her breast She laid it blushing, warm and doubly blest.

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