by Edmund Waller
| GO, lovely Rose—|| |
|Tell her that wastes her time and me,|| |
| That now she knows,|| |
|When I resemble her to thee,|| |
|How sweet and fair she seems to be.|| 5|
| Tell her that 's young,|| |
|And shuns to have her graces spied,|| |
| That hadst thou sprung|| |
|In deserts where no men abide,|| |
|Thou must have uncommended died.|| 10|
| Small is the worth|| |
|Of beauty from the light retired:|| |
| Bid her come forth,|| |
|Suffer herself to be desired,|| |
|And not blush so to be admired.|| 15|
| Then die—that she|| |
|The common fate of all things rare|| |
| May read in thee;|| |
|How small a part of time they share|| |
|That are so wondrous sweet and fair!|| 20|
The Oxford Book of English Verse.
Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1919. 310-311.
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