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I dreamed that I was a rose / That grew beside a lonely way, / Close by a path none ever chose, / And there I lingered day by day.
Beneath the sunshine and the show'r / I grew and waited there apart, / Gathering perfume hour by hour, / And storing it within my heart, / Yet, never knew, / Just why I waited there and grew.
I dreamed that you were a bee / That one day gaily flew along, / You came across the hedge to me, / And sang a soft, love-burdened song.
You brushed my petals with a kiss, / I woke to gladness with a start, / And yielded up to you in bliss / The treasured fragrance of my heart;
And then I knew / That I had waited there for you.