<h2><SPAN name="UNDER_THE_ROSE" id="UNDER_THE_ROSE"></SPAN>UNDER THE ROSE</h2>
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<span class="i0">He told a story to her,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">A story old yet new—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And was it of the Faëry Folk<br/></span>
<span class="i1">That dance along the dew?<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The night was hung with silence<br/></span>
<span class="i1">As a room is hung with cloth,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And soundless, through the rose-sweet hush,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Swooned dim the down-white moth.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Along the east a shimmer,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">A tenuous breath of flame,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">From which, as from a bath of light,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Nymph-like, the girl-moon came.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And pendent in the purple<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Of heaven, like fireflies,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Bubbles of gold the great stars blew<br/></span>
<span class="i1">From windows of the skies.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He told a story to her,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">A story full of dreams—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And was it of the Elfin things<br/></span>
<span class="i1">That haunt the thin moonbeams?<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</SPAN></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the hill a thorn-tree,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Crooked and gnarled and gray,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Against the moon seemed some crutch'd hag<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Dragging a child away.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And in the vale a runnel,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">That dripped from shelf to shelf,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Seemed, in the night, a woodland witch<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Who muttered to herself.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Along the land a zephyr,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Whose breath was wild perfume,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That seemed a sorceress who wove<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Sweet spells of beam and bloom.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He told a story to her,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">A story young yet old—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And was it of the mystic things<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Men's eyes shall ne'er behold?<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They heard the dew drip faintly<br/></span>
<span class="i1">From out the green-cupped leaf;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They heard the petals of the rose<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Unfolding from their sheaf.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They saw the wind light-footing<br/></span>
<span class="i1">The waters into sheen;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They saw the starlight kiss to sleep<br/></span>
<span class="i1">The blossoms on the green.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</SPAN></span>
<span class="i0">They heard and saw these wonders;<br/></span>
<span class="i1">These things they saw and heard;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And other things within the heart<br/></span>
<span class="i1">For which there is no word.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He told a story to her,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">The story men call Love,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Whose echoes fill the ages past,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">And the world ne'er tires of.<br/></span></div>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</SPAN></span></p>
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