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7.18: Moore, Alice Ruth "Amid the Roses" (1895)

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  • There is tropical warmth and languorous life

    Where the roses lie
    In a tempting drift

    Of pink and red and golden light

    Untouched as yet by the pruning knife. 5

    And the still, warm life of the roses fair

    That whisper "Come,"

    With promises

    Of sweet caresses, close and pure

    Has a thorny whiff in the perfumed air. 10

    There are thorns and love in the roses' bed,

    And Satan too

    Must linger there;

    So Satan's wiles and the conscience stings,

    Must now abide—the roses are dead. 15