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.