The Rose of Joy

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
The girl that wears the every-color clothes
Does she remind, remind us of the rose
The rose, which wears what color, we suppose
Does it wear but the color of the end of her nose
Is its robe all green, and thorned with woes
Is it less a kaleidoscope in spinning of its throes
And more a thought, which has come to repose
Unfurl, unfold, unveil to disclose
Yet another secret, which everyone knows
Everyone who has seen it where it grows
Girl, girl with the every-colored pose
Have you heard what gifts modesty bestows
Of mystery, of purity, of strength to impose
Have you ever heard of the name of the Rose?

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