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I stood beside the laughing, shining river, / And shook the roses down upon its breast, -- / I watched them whirl away with gleam and quiver, / As 't were a merry jest.
I stood beside the silent, sombre river, / As creepingly the tide came from the sea, / I watched for my fair roses, but ah! never / Did they come back to me.