  WHEN I saw you last, Rose, You were only so high;— How fast the time goes! Like a bud ere it blows, You just peeped at the sky, When I saw you last, Rose! Now your petals unclose, Now your May-time is nigh;— How fast the time goes! And a life—how it grows! You were scarcely so shy, When I saw you last, Rose! In your bosom it shows There’s a guest on the sly; How fast the time goes! Is it Cupid? Who knows! Yet you used not to sigh, When I saw you last, Rose;— How fast the time goes! Austin Dobson. |
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