A Poem For None; Fair Rose.

"Fair rose, Fair rose,


How I admire thee.


How if I could, I would pick ye.


But the gardner high, and the bee low,


Would spite me.


For your beauty is forbidden,


And admiration ridden.


A gate around you,


And cuffs around me.


How could this be?"

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