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The rose that drinks the fountain dew / In the pleasant air of noon, / Grows pale and blue with altered hue- / In the gaze of the nightly moon; / For the planet of frost, so cold and bright, / Makes it wan with her borrowed light.
Such is my heart-roses are fair, / And that at best a withered blossom; / But thy false care did idly wear / Its withered leaves in a faithless bosom; / And fed with love, like air and dew, / Its growth-