THE SHADOW ROSE. 



" A Noisette on my garden path 

 An ever swaying sliadow throws ; 

 But if I pluck it strolling by, 

 I pluck the shadow with the rose. 



" Just near enough my heart you stood 

 To shadow it, — but was it fair 

 In him, who plucked and bore you off, 

 To leave your shadow lingering there?" 



Frank Dempster Sherman explains 

 in verse how it is that at sunrise in the 

 morning you will find the petals of the 

 rose wet with dew. 



THE ROSE'S CUP. 



"Down in a garden olden, — 



Just where, I do not know, — 

 A buttercup all golden 



Chanced near a rose to grow ; 

 And every morning early. 



Before the birds were up, 

 A tiny dewdrop pearly 



Fell in this little cup. 



" This was the drink of water 



The rose had every day ; 

 But no one yet has caught her 



While drinking in this way. 

 Surely, it is no treason 



To say she drinks so yet. 

 For what may be the reason 



Her lips with dew are wet." 



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