THE BOUQUET. 
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ROSE — YELLOW. 
Rosa LUTEA. 
Infidelity. 
Take back the sigh thy lips of art, 
In passion’s moment, breathed to me ; 
Yet, no—it must not, will not, part; 
1T is now the life-breath of my heart, 
And has become too pure for thee! 

Take back the kiss that'faithless sigh, 
With all the warmth of truth, imprest ; 
Yet, no—the fatal kiss may lie — 
Upon thy lips its sweets would die, 
Or bloom to make a rival blest. 

Take back the vows, that, night and day, 
My heart received, I thought, from thine ; 
Yet, no—allow them still to stay, 
They might some other heart betray, 
As sweetly as they ’ve ruined mine! 
Moore. 


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