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One Perfect Rose . A single flow’r he sent me, since we met. All tenderly his messenger he chose; Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet – One perfect rose. . I know the language of the floweret ‘My fragile leaves,’ it said, ‘his heart enclose.’ Love long has taken for his amulet One perfect […]

Tall Nettles Tall nettles cover up, as they have done These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough Long worn out, and the roller made of stone: Only the elm butt tops the nettles now. . This corner of the farmyard I like most: As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the […]