Love you seek for, presupposes
Summer heat and sunny glow,
Tell me, do you find moss-roses
Budding, blooming in the snow?
Snow might kill the rose-tree's root~
Shake it quickly from your foot,Lest it harm you as you go.
From the ivy where it dapples
A grey ruin, stone by stone,Do you look for grapes or apples,
Or for sad green leaves alone?
Pluck the leaves off, two or three~
Keep them for morality
When you shall be safe and gone.
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets From the Portuguese and Other Love Poems.
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