They tell me I must bruise
The rose's leaf
Ere I can keep and use
Its fragrance brief.
They tell me I must break
The skylark's heart
Else Her cage song will make
The silence start.
They tell me love must bleed
and friendship weep
Ere in my deepest need
I touch that deep.
Must it always be so
With precious things?
Must they be bruised, and go
With beaten wings?
Ah, yes! By crushing days,
By caged nights, by scar
Of thorns and rugged ways
These blessings are!
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