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The pink rose drops its petals on / The moonlit lawn, the moonlit lawn; / The moon, like some wide rose of white, / Drops down the summer night. / No rose there is / As sweet as this -- / Thy mouth, that greets me with a kiss.
The lattice of thy casement twines / With jasmine vines, with jasmine vines; / The stars, like jasmine blossoms, lie / About the glimmering sky. / No jasmine tress / Can so caress / As thy white arms' soft loveliness.
About thy door magnolia blooms / Make sweet the glooms, make sweet the glooms; / A moon-magnolia is the dusk / Closed in a dewy husk. / However much, / No bloom gives such / Soft fragrance as thy bosom's touch.
The flowers, blooming now, shall pass, / And strew the grass, and strew the grass; / The night, like some frail flower, dawn / Shall soon make gray and wan. / Still, still above, / The flower of / True love shall live forever, love.