| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). A Victorian Anthology, 18371895. 1895. |
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| Has Summer Come without the Rose? |
| | | Arthur William Edgar OShaughnessy (184481) |
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| HAS summer come without the rose, | |
| Or left the bird behind? | |
| Is the blue changed above thee, | |
| O world! or am I blind? | |
| Will you change every flower that grows, | 5 |
| Or only change this spot, | |
| Where she who said, I love thee, | |
| Now says, I love thee not? | |
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| The skies seemd true above thee, | |
| The rose true on the tree; | 10 |
| The bird seemd true the summer through, | |
| But all provd false to me. | |
| World, is there one good thing in you, | |
| Life, love, or deathor what? | |
| Since lips that sang, I love thee, | 15 |
| Have said, I love thee not? | |
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| I think the suns kiss will scarce fall | |
| Into one flowers gold cup; | |
| I think the bird will miss me, | |
| And give the summer up. | 20 |
| O sweet place, desolate in tall | |
| Wild grass, have you forgot | |
| How her lips lovd to kiss me, | |
| Now that they kiss me not? | |
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| Be false or fair above me; | 25 |
| Come back with any face, | |
| Summer!do I care what you do? | |
| You cannot change one place, | |
| The grass, the leaves, the earth, the dew, | |
| The grave I make the spot, | 30 |
| Here, where she used to love me, | |
| Here, where she loves me not. | |
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