When the Rose came I loved the Rose

Arthur O'Shaughnessy

1844 to 1881

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When the Rose came I loved the Rose, 
And thought of none beside, 
Forgetting all the other flowers, 
And all the others died; 
And morn and noon, and sun and showers, 
And all things loved the Rose, 
Who only half returned my love, 
Blooming alike for those.

I was the rival of a score 
Of loves on gaudy wing,
The nightingale I would implore 
For pity not to sing;
Each called her his; still I was glad 
To wait or take my part;
I loved the Rose—who might have had 
The fairest lily's heart.