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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416842" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It tossed its head at the wooing breeze;<br>And the sun, like a bashful swain,<br>Beamed on it through the waving trees<br>With a passion all in vain,--<br>For my rose laughed in a crimson glee,<br>And hid in the leaves in wait for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The honey-bee came there to sing<br>His love through the languid hours,<br>And vaunt of his hives, as a proud old king<br>Might boast of his palace-towers:<br>But my rose bowed in a mockery,<br>And hid in the leaves in wait for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The humming-bird, like a courtier gay,<br>Dipped down with a dalliant song,<br>And twanged his wings through the roundelay<br>Of love the whole day long:<br>Yet my rose turned from his minstrelsy<br>And hid in the leaves in wait for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The firefly came in the twilight dim<br>My red, red rose to woo--<br>Till quenched was the flame of love in him,<br>And the light of his lantern too,<br>As my rose wept with dewdrops three<br>And hid in the leaves in wait for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I said: I will cull my own sweet rose--<br>Some day I will claim as mine<br>The priceless worth of the flower that knows<br>No change, but a bloom divine--<br>The bloom of a fadeless constancy<br>That hides in the leaves in wait for me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But time passed by in a strange disguise,<br>And I marked it not, but lay<br>In a lazy dream, with drowsy eyes,<br>Till the summer slipped away,<br>And a chill wind sang in a minor key:<br>'Where is the rose that waits for thee?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dream to-day, o'er a purple stain<br>Of bloom on a withered stalk,<br>Pelted down by the autumn rain<br>In the dust of the garden-walk,<br>That an Angel-rose in the world to be<br>Will hide in the leaves in wait for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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And the sun, like a bashful swain,
Beamed on it through the waving trees
With a passion all in vain,--
For my rose laughed in a crimson glee,
And hid in the leaves in wait for me.

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