English poem
The Drooping Rose
by Anonymous
Go, drooping Rose, by heat oppress'd, Go, and revive on Mary's breast, Her breast benign, doth all excel, Go there my Rose, go there and dwell.
Not in the vale, nor on the hill, Where summer gales their honey spill, Not Flora's temples, when she's drest, Are half so fair as Mary's breast.
Were I to live 'till I be old, And pinch'd by keen December's cold, I should revive, were I to rest My aged head on Mary's breast.
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