I went to look for Love among the roses, the roses, The pretty wingèd boy with the arrow and the bow;
In the fair and places,
’Mid the and the Graces,
At the feet of Aphrodite, with the roses all .
Then I sought among the where the flames were leaping—
The rose and golden flames, never ceasing, never still—
For the boy so fair and slender,
The imperious, the tender,
With the whole world moving slowly to the music of his will.
Sought, and found not for my seeking, till the sweet quest led me further,
And before me rose the temple, marble-based and gold above,
Wh............