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TO A CONSERVATORY FLOWER, by                    
First Line: Ho, thou art a tardy comer
Last Line: At her feet!
Subject(s): Flowers


HO, thou art a tardy comer,
Little one!
Thou wert fitter for the summer
And the sun.
Didst not care for the warm heather
Where thy sisters bloomed together?
Or didst fancy that spring weather
Had begun?

But I'll keep thee, little blossom,
For my Rose.
She will place thee in her bosom
To repose.
In that bed no buds that settle
Suffer sting of thorn or nettle,
But about each prisoned petal
Warm airs close.

Oh, how fondly she will cherish,
(Is it meet?)
Rock thee, press thee, till thou perish, --
Perish, sweet!
Nay, is that a cause for sighing?
On her heart thou wilt be lying --
I should count me happy dying
At her feet!





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