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Read by John Standing & Kristin Scott Thomas
A single flow’r he sent me, since we met. All tenderly his messenger he chose; Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet…
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat’ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor…
A flower was offer’d to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said ‘I’ve a pretty Rose-tree,’ And I…
O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed…
Read by Frieda Hughes & Monica Dolan
The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls…
