The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar · Paul Laurence Dunbar

Suppose

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If 'twere fair to suppose

That your heart were not taken,

That the dew from the rose

Petals still were not shaken,

I should pluck you,

Howe'er you should thorn me and scorn me,

And wear you for life as the green of the bower.

If 'twere fair to suppose

That that road was for vagrants,

That the wind and the rose,

Counted all in their fragrance;

Oh, my dear one,

By love, I should take you and make you,

The green of my life from the scintillant hour.

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