THE LAY OF THE ROSE. 
BY ELIZABETH B. BARRETT. 
“Discordance that can accord; 
And accordance to discord.” 
The Horn aunt of the Rom. 
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 boufh 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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