GO, lovely Rose

[همس الروح]

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,
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 dieýthat 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!

[enigma]

همس الروح

Let me welcome you here since you're new to the club

And thank you for your sweet chioce

I wish you a pleasant stay