William Watson

1858-1935 / England

Scentless Flow'Rs I Bring Thee

Scentless flow'rs I bring thee-yet
In thy bosom be they set;
In thy bosom each one grows
Fragrant beyond any rose.

Sweet enough were she who could,
In thy heart's sweet neighbourhood,
Some redundant sweetness thus
Borrow from that overplus.
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