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I.I dream the a red-rose tree.And i m sorry of that roses threeIs the dearest climbed to me?II.Round and round, choose a run of snowIn a dazzling drift, as its guardians, goFloating the ladies faded for ages,Sculptured in stone, ~ above the poet"s pages.Then follow females fresh and gay,Living and also loving and loved to-day.Last, in the rear, flee the multitude of maidens,Beauties however unborn. And all, come one cadence,They circle their increased on my climbed tree.III.Dear rose, your term is reached,Thy sheet hangs loosened and bleached:Bees pass it unimpeached.IV.Stay then, stoop, due to the fact that I cannot climb,You, great shapes that the neck time!How candlestick I resolve you, fire you, frozen you,Break my love at her feet to please you?Oh, to possess and also be possessed!Hearts that beat "neath each pallid breast!Once yet of love, the poesy, the passion,Drink yet once and also die!---In vain, the exact same fashion,They circle their increased on my rose tree.V.Dear rose, your joy"s undimmed,Thy cup is ruby-rimmed,Thy cup"s heart nectar-brimmed.VI.Deep, together drops from a statue"s plinthThe punishment sucked in through the hyacinth,So will I bury me when burning,Quench like him in ~ a plunge my yearning,Eyes in her eyes, lips on your lips!Fold me quick where the cincture slips,Prison all my heart in eternities the pleasure,Girdle me for once! but no---the old measure,They circle their climbed on my increased tree.VII.Dear increased without a thorn,Thy bud"s the babe unborn:First streak the a new morn.VIII.Wings, lend wings for the cold, the clear!What is much conquers what is near.Roses will certainly bloom nor desire beholders,Sprung indigenous the dust where our flesh moulders.What candlestick arrive with the cycle"s change?A novel grace and also a beauty beauty strange.I will certainly make one Eve, be the artist that started her,Shaped her to his mind!---Alas! in choose mannerThey one their rose on my increased tree.