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I gave to love the fairest rose That in my garden grew; And still my heart its fragrance knows— Does he remember, too? He laid his dreams upon my day, His kisses on my mouth, I woke, to find him flown away With summer to the south. Love’s vagrant step once more to greet, My garden blooms in vain; The roses of the south are sweet— Love will not come again! The roses of the south are sweet— Love will not come again!