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In flight of day a lovely rose
Did speak by subtle sway
And stirred a heart so long lain dead
No flower could ever stay.

But embers did to fire aglow
And whispered soft affection
And bared a breast to open light
In trust and insurrection.

How to know the honest heart
Would blush the lovely rose?
A teardrop fell in shame and guilt,
No blush did it propose.