Hey, rose, just bornTwin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?
Sweet eyes that smiled,
Now wet and wild:
O Eye and Tear - mother and child.
Well: Love and Pain
Be kinfolks twain;
Yet would, Oh would I could Love again.
~Sidney Lanier
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