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<strong>A Dead Rose</strong>O Rose! who dares to hee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet;
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat,---
Kept seven years in a drawer---t<cite></cite>hy titles shame thee.
The breeze that used to blow thee
Between the hedgerow thorns, and take away
An odour up the lao la<a></a>st all day,---
If breathing now,---uened would fo thee.
The sun that used to smite thee,
And mix his glory in thy geous urn,
Till beam appeared to bloom, and flower to burn,---
If shini<s>?９９lｉｂ?</s>ng now,---with not a hue would light thee.
The dew that used to wet thee,
And, white first, grow inadined, because
It lay upon thee where the crimson was,---
If dropping no<s>九九藏书</s>w,---would darken where it met thee.
The fly that lit upon thee,
To stretch the tendrils of its ti,
Along thy leafs pure edges, after heat,---
If lighting now,---would coldly overrun thee.
The <s>?９９lｉb.</s>bee that once did suck thee,
And build thy perfumed ambers up his hive,
And swoon in thee for joy, till scarce alive,---
If passing now,---would blindly overlook thee.
The heart dhee,
Alone, alohe heart doth smell thee sweet,
Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most plete,---
Though seeing now those ges that disguise thee.
Yes, and the heart doth owe thee
More love, dead rose! than to such roses bold
As Julia wears at dances, smiling cold!---
Lie still upon this heart---which breaks below thee!
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
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