THE LAY OF THE HOSE. 
Br ELIZABETH B. BARBETT. 
“ Discordance that can accord; 
And accordance to discord.” 
The Romaunt of the Rose. 
A ROSE once pass’d within 
A garden, April-green, 
In her Joneness, in her loneness, 
And the fairer for that oneness. 
A white rose, delicate, 
On a tall hough 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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