THE LAY OP THE ROSE. 



BY ELIZABETH B. BARRETT. 



" Discordance that can accord; 

 And accordance to discord." 



The fiomaunt of the Itoae. 



A ROSE once pass'd within 



A garden, April-green, 

 In her loneness, in her loneness, 

 And the fairer for that oneness. 



A white rose, delicate, 



On a tall bough and straight, 

 Early comer, April comer, 

 Never waiting for the summer ; 



Whose pretty gestes did win 



South winds to let her in, 

 In her loneness, in her loneness , 

 All the fairer for that oneness. 



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