The lily has a smooth stalk, Will never hurt your hand; But the rose upon her brier Is lady of the land. There’s sweetness in an apple tree, And profit in the corn; But lady of all beauty Is a rose upon a thorn. When with moss and honey She tips her bending brier, And half unfolds her glowing heart, She sets the world on fire. Christina Rosetti “The Rose”
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Does he trim the roses in autumn? Beautiful garden. Can you translate? Thank You.