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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
The Dying Rose-Tree
By Jean Pierre Claris de Florian (1755–1794)
 
Translation of Thomas Walsh

O ROSE-TREE, rose-tree, thou wert fair
  When to thy cool retreat I came,
To hear and give the promise there
  Our love should ever be the same.
 
How fair, oh then how fair, thy flowers        5
  When his dear lap they rested on:
The buds that used to deck thy bowers
  Are faded and forever gone.
 
’Twas sweet with water from the stream
  To cool thy boughs with tender fears;        10
Now parched and dying do they seem,
  For they are watered but with tears.
 
O rose-tree, rose-tree, thou wilt die;
  And yet my heart thirsts more than thine:
I languish—would like thee could I,        15
  Sweet rose-tree, this sad life resign!
 
 
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