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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 157 
THE THREE LITTLE ROSES. 
I weEnr to the forest-well; 
—Drank not a drop there; 
I went to meet my heart’s dearest love, 
And saw her nowhere. 
So I looked all around me 
On every hand, 
And I saw my heart’s dearest love 
With another man stand ! 
She standing with another man 
Was sorry to see! 
—Now, Heav’n keep thee, heart’s dearest love, 
Thou’lt ne’er belong to me, 
¥ went and bought paper, 
Ink bought I and pen, 
And wrote to my heart’s dearest love 
That I’d ne’er see her again. 
Then heart-sick I lay down 
On the green moss and hay, 
And three little roses 
Fell just where J lay ; 

