Dream, truth and all.
Thou art more fresh than I,
Rose, sweet and red:
Salt on my pale cheeks lie
The tears I shed.
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THE CLIFF-TOP
The cliff-top has a carpet
Of lilac, gold and green:
Dream, truth and all.
Thou art more fresh than I,
Rose, sweet and red:
Salt on my pale cheeks lie
The tears I shed.
The cliff-top has a carpet
Of lilac, gold and green: