A Dead Rose

    O Rose! hee?

    No longer roseate no, nor s;

    But pale, and ubble-w,---

    Kept seven years in a draitles shee.

    t used to blohee

    Betake away

    An odour up to last all day,---

    If breatened hee.

    t used to smite thee,

    And mix hy gorgeous urn,

    till beam appeared to bloom, and floo burn,---

    If s a  thee.

    t used to  thee,

    And, , grow incarnadined, because

    It lay upon the crimson was,---

    If dropping no thee.

    t lit upon thee,

    to stretcendrils of its tiny feet,

    Along ter ,---

    If lighee.

    t once did suck thee,

    And build thy perfumed ambers up his hive,

    And sill scarce alive,---

    If passing nohee.

    t dothee,

    Alone, alone! t dot,

    Dot complete,---

    t disguise thee.

    Yes, and t dothee

    More love, dead rose! to such roses bold

    As Julia  dances, smiling cold!---

    Lie still upon t---whee!