The Roses of Saadi I wanted you to have roses this morn, And stuffed a lot of them in my snug dress, In my tight belt I could not all shoehorn. The knots gave way, and threw them all around, To wind and sea they were all gone forlorn To flow with water, never will come round. The waves were crimson red as if on fire. This eve my dress is drenched in their fragrance, Breathe it and keep it to your heart's desire.

— Marceline Desbordes-Valmore

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