Upon Roses
Under a lawn, than skies more clear,Some ruffled Roses nestling were,And snugging there, they seem'd to lieAs in a flowery nunnery;They blush'd, and look'd more fresh than flowersQuickened of late by pearly showers;And all, because they were possestBut of the heat of Julia's breast,Which, as a warm and moisten'd spring,Gave them their ever-flourishing.
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