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Show ASHES OF ROSES All my dead roses! Now I lav . hero y them Shrined In a beryl cup. The mystc, I r Of their sweet haunting ana ,, ll ! witcheries m Uelr El re not more subtle than this 1ew,i III clear JBWCI j 1 Are not more cold and dead Tho u-i III ! tor's spear in' 111 Has fallen on their petals, once 11 ! wise Le So 1 With beauty; yet their joyous secret II i Still In their perfumed heart, sunrem II ! ly dear. 1 1 Roses of Love! Time killed you one iw 11 one. 1 II And mocked my pains as sad I Eath II ered up All tho fair petals banished from the H sun, rSj Yet have I conquered! See the the H dead loves bless HJ Life from my heart, which Is their H beryl cup HJ Warming the winter of my loneliness. H Helen Hay. H |