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Roses And Rue(To L. L.)Oscar WildeCould we dig up this long-buried treasure,Were it worth the pleasure,We never could learn love's song,We are parted too long.Could the passionate past that is fledCall back its dead,Could we live it all over again,Were it worth the pain!I remember we used to meetBy an ivied seat,And you warbled each pretty wordWith the air of a bird;And your voice had a quaver in it,Just like a linnet,And shook, as the blackbird's throatWith its last big note;And your eyes, they were green and greyLike an April day,But lit into amethystWhen I stooped and kissed;And your mouth, it would never smileFor a long, long while,Then it rippled all over with laughterFive minutes after.You were always afraid of a shower,Just like a flower:I remember you started and ranWhen the rain began.I remember I never could catch you,For no one could match you,You had wonderful, luminous, fleet,Little wings to your feet.I remember your hair - did I tie it?For it always ran riot -Like a tangled sunbeam of gold:These