21.06.2007, 21:30
ROSAMOND'S ROSE.
ROSAMOND gave me a rose,
Rose-red and alive in the sun:
Ah, what was its secret? Who knows?—
Her garden held only that one.
Now alive in my heart it glows;
By its magic my peace is undone—
There are spells that the wise should shun—
Rosamond gave me a rose.
But where is my old repose?
She calls—to her feet I run:
Oh, who shall the secret disclose?
Or how was my bondage begun?—
Rosamond gave me a rose,
Rose-red and alive in the sun.
ROSAMOND gave me a rose,
Rose-red and alive in the sun:
Ah, what was its secret? Who knows?—
Her garden held only that one.
Now alive in my heart it glows;
By its magic my peace is undone—
There are spells that the wise should shun—
Rosamond gave me a rose.
But where is my old repose?
She calls—to her feet I run:
Oh, who shall the secret disclose?
Or how was my bondage begun?—
Rosamond gave me a rose,
Rose-red and alive in the sun.