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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Roses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I entered dutiful, God knows,<br>The room in which I was to sit<br>With dreary unbelieving books.<br>It was surprising, I suppose,<br>To find such happy change in it:<br>There stood a most celestial rose<br>And looked the flower that my love looks<br>Who, where she turns her smiling face<br>Makes heavy earth a hopeful place. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>I blessed the heart that wished me well<br>When I had been bereft of much,<br>And brought such word of beauty back.<br>I went like one escaping hell<br>To drink its fragrance and to touch,<br>And stroked, O ludicrous to tell!<br>A horrid thing of bric-a-brac,<br>A make-believe, a mockery,<br>And nothing that a rose should be. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Red real roses keep a thorn,<br>And save their loveliness a while<br>And in their perfect date unfold.<br>But you, beyond all women born,<br>Have spent so easily your smile,<br>That I am not the less forlorn<br>Nor these ironic walls less cold,<br>Because it smiles, the chilly rose,<br>As you are smiling, I suppose.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Crowe+Ransom">John Crowe Ransom</a></strong></div>