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For ere their colour is wholly gone, Or the breath of their sweetness fled, They shall be placed in thy curls again, But dy'd of a deeper red.

The warrior rode forth in the morning light, And beside his snow-white plume Were the roses wet with the sparkling dew, Like pearls on their crimson bloom.

The maiden stood on her highest tower, And watch'd her knight depart; She dash'd the tear aside, but her hand Might not still her beating heart.

All day she watch'd the distant clouds Float on the distant air,