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Maiden May sat in her bower, / In her blush rose bower in flower, / Sweet of scent; / Sat and dreamed away an hour, / Half content, half uncontent.
"Why should rose blossoms be born, / Tender blossoms, on a thorn / Though so sweet? / Never a thorn besets the corn / Scentless in its strength complete.