Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. Walter Savage LandorRoses Birthday
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Why is the morn so drear?
Is there no flower to twine?
Away, thou churl, away!
’T is Rose’s natal day,
Reserve thy frowns for mine.
Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. Walter Savage LandorT
Why is the morn so drear?
Is there no flower to twine?
Away, thou churl, away!
’T is Rose’s natal day,
Reserve thy frowns for mine.