FOR ROSE

(a regret)

Rose, it doesn`t need me to say
How warm your eyes are,
How full of the merry-dance flicker and play
Of flame (the light of a bright star`s
Cold compared - that light`s more near,
That leaps from your heart-blaze, friendly, and charm and cheer).

These are but truths.

And you`ve got grace girl, your dancing soothes
Tired eyes, as in the music`s slake you move -
Wisp as a sea-frond -  supple, and slender, and smooth.

Friendly as help your smile was, welcome-wide,
So open love it humbled all my pride.
But I – the cold outsider - stayed outside

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(Rose, I was a fool...I should have tried.)