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Life & Love close linked together,
And strong to bear times’ wintry weather

Love not consumed in passion’s heart
But golden flamed & stedfast, sweet:

Time’s snows shall quench not, though they hide:
Each spring renews the rosy tide:

Each lover in his lady’s face
Sees roses blent with lilies’ grace:

The poet & the painter praise
This heraldry of summer days;

And every garden sweet that blows
Doth set the Lily by the Rose.

Peace, then in all my borders be,
Beneath the silvern olive tree.”

Each rose, each lily’s head bent low,
And each one sought his fallen foe:

And careful hands the wounded bore,
With balm and honey to restore:

And trimmed the grass & decked each seat,
And made all fit for dancer’s feet;

Beneath the summer full-orbed moon,
Ruddy & gold that rose full soon,
Like rose & lily fused in fire,
Ere the sunset’s torch expire.