THE POETRY CF FLOWERS. 
US 
THE ROSE. 
by waller. 
Go, lovely rose! 
Tell her that wastes her time on in*, 
That now she knows, 
When I resemble her to thee, 
How sweet and fair she seems to be- 
Tell her that’s young 
And shuns to have her graces spied, 
That hadst thou sprung 
In deserts where no men abide, 
Thou must have uncommended died 
Small is the worth 
Of beauty from the light retired 
Bid her come forth, 
Suffer herself to be desired. 
And not blush so to be admired. 
Then die, that she 
The common fate of all things rare 
May read in thee; 
How small a part of time they share 
That are so wondrous swee. and fail. 
