GO, LOVELY ROSE!

By: Edmund Waller

Tell her that wastes her time and me,

 

That now she knows

When I resemble her to three,

 How sweet and fair she seems to be 

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Tell her that’s young

 And shush to have her graces spied,

That hadst thou sprung

In deserts, where no men abide,

Thou must have uncommended died.

Small is the worth

Of beauty from the light retired;

Rid her come forth,

Suffer herself to be desired,

And not blush so to be admired.

Then die! that she
the commo, fate of all things rare
may read in thee;
how small a part of time they share
that are so wondrous sweet and fair!

Copy write by: EDMUND WALLER