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You came to me bearing bright roses, / Red like the wine of your heart; / You twisted them into a garland / To set me aside from the mart.
Red roses to crown me your lover, / And I walked aureoled and apart.
Enslaved and encircled, I bore it, / Proud token of my gift to you.
The petals waned paler, and shriveled, / And dropped; and the thorns started through.
Bitter thorns to proclaim me your lover, / A diadem woven with rue.