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I gave to love the fairest rose
That in my garden grew;
And still my heart its fragrance knows—
Does he remember, too?
He laid his dreams upon my day,
His kisses on my mouth,
I woke, to find him flown away
With summer to the south.
Love’s vagrant step once more to greet,
My garden blooms in vain;
The roses of the south are sweet—
Love will not come again!
The roses of the south are sweet—
Love will not come again!
Charlotte Becker.