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THE LAY OF THE ROSB. 
BY ELIZABETH B. BARRETT. 
““Discordance that can accord ; 
And accordance to discord.”’ 
The Romaunt of the Row 
ld 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, 
ep. 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, 
asp! In her loneness, in her loneness, 
All the fairer for that oneness. 
an; “* For if I wait,’’ said she, 
‘* Till times for roses be, 
For the musk rose, and the moss rose, 
: vain Royal red and maiden blush rose, 


