Rose

Rose written by William Henry Davies

From "Farewell to Poesy", 1910

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Sweet Margaret's laugh can make
Her whole plump body shake,

Jane's cherry lips can show
Their white stones in a row.

A soft June smile steals out
Of Mary's April pout.

Sweet creatures swim and play
In Maud's blue pools all day.

But when Rose walks abroad,
Jane, Margaret, Mary, Maud,

Do stand as little chance
To throw a lovely glance,

As the Moon that's in the sky
While still the Sun is high.

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