Go, lovely rose Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied Graces spied That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide Thou must have uncommended died Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired Bid her come forth Suffer herself to be desired And not blush so to be admired Then die! That she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
Incredible
This sounds lovely! Very nice!
Gorgeous!
Quilter would rejoice.
That’s so kind!! Thank you
Your voice is absolutely gorgeous ❤
Go, lovely rose
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows
When I resemble her to thee
How sweet and fair she seems to be
Tell her that's young
And shuns to have her graces spied
Graces spied
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts where no men abide
Thou must have uncommended died
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired
Bid her come forth
Suffer herself to be desired
And not blush so to be admired
Then die! That she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!