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Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.

By. Walter Savage Landor

Rose’s Birthday

TELL me, perverse young year!

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.