O rose, who dares to name thee?No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,--Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.

O rose, who dares to name thee?No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,--Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.
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O rose, who dares to name thee?No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,--Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee. Elizabeth Barrett Browning

O rose, who dares to name thee?No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,--Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning