THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 179 | 
THE LAY OF THE ROSE. 
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BY ELIZABETH B. BARRETT. 
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And accordance to discord.’’ 
The Romaunt of the Rose 
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 | 
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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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“‘ For if I wait,’’ said she, 1 
‘“ Till times for roses be, 
For the musk rose, and the moss rose, 
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Royal red and maiden blush rose, || 
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