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HERE'S a rose that blows for Chloe, / Fair as ever a rose in June was, / Now the garden's silent, snowy, / Where the burning summer noon was.
In your garden's summer glory / One poor corner, shelved and shady, / Told no rosy, radiant story, / Grew no rose to grace its lady.
What shuts sun out shuts out snow too; / From his nook your secret lover / Shows what slighted roses grow to / When the rose you chose is over.