This rare south rose that thou didst take

    THIS rare south rose that thou didst take 
    And send to me across the snows. 
    Bidding me wear it for thy sake — 
    Oh, deem me not unkind !
    I cannot wear it for thy sake, 
    For it has opened me the wild daybreak 

    And scented all the wind : 
    In Paestum's seven-petalled rose 

    My thirst I slake ; 
    Or warm my senses in a secret bower 
    Of inmost Persia : Beauty has such power 
    She cannot keep a bond ; but doth decree 
    Love in her affluent presence free.