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Old
Spookses’ Pass, Malcolm’s Katie and Other
Poems
by
Isabella Valancy Crawford
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ROSES
IN MADRID.
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Roses,
Senors, roses!
Love is subtly hid
In the fragrant roses,
Blown in gay Madrid.
Roses, Senors, roses!
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Look,
look, look, and see
Love hanging in the roses,
Like a golden bee!
Ha! ha! shake the roses—
Hold a palm below;
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Shake
him from he roses,
Catch the vagrant so!
High I toss the roses
From my brown palm up;
Like the wine that bubbles
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From
a golden cup.
Catch the roses, Senors,
Light on finger tips;
He who buys red roses,
Dreams of crimson lips!
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Tinkle!
My fresh roses,
With the rare dews wet;
Clink! my crisp, red roses,
Like a castanet! [Page
190]
Roses, Senors, roses,
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Come,
Hidalgo, buy!
Proudly wait my roses
For thy rose’s eye.
Be thy rose as stately
As a pacing deer;
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Worthy
are my roses
To burn behind her ear.
Ha! ha! I can see thee,
Where the fountains foam,
Twining my red roses
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her golden comb!
Roses, Donnas, roses,
None so fresh as mine,
Pluck’d at rose of morning
By our Lady’s shrine.
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Those
that first I gather’d
Laid I at her feet,
That is why my roses
Still are fresh and sweet.
Roses, Donnas, roses!
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Roses
waxen fair!
Acolytes my roses,
Censing ladies’ pray’r!
Roses, roses, roses!
Hear the tawny bull
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Thund’ring
in the circus—
Buy your arms full. [Page
191]
Roses by the dozen!
Roses by the score!
Pelt the victor with them—
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or Toreador! [Page 192] |
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