Rose Of The Desert! Thou, Whose Blushing Ray, Lonely And Lovely, Fleets Unseen Away; No Hand To Cull Thee, None To Woo Thy Sigh,-- In Vestal Silence Left To Live And Die.-- Rose Of The Desert! Thus Should Woman Be, Shining Uncourted, Lone And Safe, Like Thee. Rose Of The Garden, How, Unlike Thy Doom! Destined For Others, Not Thyself, To Bloom; Culled Ere Thy Beauty Lives Thro' Half Its Day; A Moment Cherished, And Then Cast Away; Rose Of The Garden! Such Is Woman'S Lot,-- Worshipt While Blooming--When She Fades, Forgot.