She Loves
If e'er a rose, in lightly cod,
Met half the love that sang to God.
Who's powers adored, from fairest to fair
And Eden praised the more, with fledless care.
O, A rose red in roving, yet white in soul,
Is blessed, even carried within this earths control.
Greek all the portrait. Gay beyond the seasons.
Sweet, dear sweet, but only if...