Fairest rose, whose hue is red and bright, 
Thou art the fairest flower in all the sight; 
Thou art to me a symbol of delight, 
And in thy petals I read my love's delight. 

The thorns that gird thy stem do not affright 
My hand from plucking thee, nor do they fright 
My soul from loving thee, my fair delight, 
For love is like a rose of vermeil bright. 

As is the rose in beauty fresh and fair, 
So is my love in beauty fresh and rare; 
As is the rose a sweetness passing there, 
So is my love a sweetness in the air. 

O rose, I pluck thee from thy thorny stem, 
And wear thee in my bosom, next to my heart; 
And there I keep thee safe from all that harms, 
And there I love thee,taken by thy charm.

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