Wouldst thou believe young rose buds smell so new
whereby when 'oft inhaled, you'd hoard them all?
Could then each fuchsia make such a to-do?
Else one blonde nymph o'er creek could cause my fall.
Seen just beyond this rare ground, I was stunned!
Alas, wild lilies, pure white, brought a sigh.
My plan to pick all foiled by winds that hummed
and made it hard to clutch each prize, oh why?
Why did this scene now change my point of view?
When this rare gem appeared, my senses peaked.
What luck, indeed, this pearl obscure came through
to crush my love for all rose buds red streaked.
But then, to first corral my love and lust,
I did procure each one. I knew I must!
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