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DID you deceive me? Did I trust / A heart of fire to a heart of dust? / What matter? Since once the world was fair, / And you gave me the rose of the world to wear.
That was the time to live for! Flowers, / Sunshine and starshine and magic hours, / Summer about me, Heaven above, / And all seemed immortal, even Love.
Well, the mortal rose of your love was worth / The pains of death and the pains of birth; / And the thorns may be sharper than death-who knows? - / That crowd round the stem of a deathless rose.