“Scentless Flow’rs I Bring Thee” by William Watson

Scentless flow’rs I bring thee–yet
In thy bosom be they set;
In thy bosom each one grows
Fragrant beyond any rose.

Sweet enough were she who could,
In thy heart’s sweet neighbourhood,
Some redundant sweetness thus
Borrow from that overplus.

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