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ROSE, when I remember you, / Little lady, scarcely two, / I am suddenly aware / Of the angels in the air.
All your softly gracious ways / Make an island in my days / Where my thoughts fly back to be / Sheltered from too strong a sea.
All your luminous delight / Shines before me in the night / When I grope for sleep and find / Only shadows in my mind.
Rose, when I remember you, / White and glowing, pink and new, / With so swift a sense of fun / Altho' life has just begun; / With so sure a pride of place / In your very infant face, / I should like to make a prayer / To the angels in the air: / "If an angel ever brings / Me a baby in her wings, / Please be certain that it grows / Very, very much like Rose. "