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Christina Rossetti, The Lily Has an Air


Sing-Song XLIV

The lily has an air,
And the snowdrop a grace,
And the sweetpea a way,
And the heartsease a face, –
Yet there’s nothing like the rose
When she blows.


Sing-Sang XLIV

Lilie hat den Hauch,
Anmut Anemone,
Wege kennt die Wicke,
Blicke die Viole,
ganz entrückt die Rose,
weht sie lose.


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