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, passionate, perfect,
 * Crimson fold on fold,

Packed with that exquisite beauty
 * Only a rose can hold—

Under the velvet petals
 * Hints of hidden gold.

(And oh! the swift enchantment,
 * Half pain, half ecstasy,

When Beauty for a moment
 * Turns and looks our way—

In her eyes the haunting
 * Old, sweet mystery!)

Others saw my roses,
 * Thought them lovely too,

Praised their form and fragrance,
 * Marvelled at their hue—

Others loved my roses—
 * 'Twas only I that knew!