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- Oh, no man knows
- Through what wild centuries
- Roves back the rose.
WALTER DE LA MARE, All That's Past
- I, Woman, am that wonder-breathing rose
- That blossoms in the garden of the King.
ELSA BARKER, The Mystic Rose
- Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
- Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
EDWARD FITZGERALD, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
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