Mountain Gorses, Do Ye Teach

I Would Not Be A Rose Upon The Wall A Queen Might Stop At, Near The Palace-door, To Say To A Courtier, "pluck That Rose For Me, It's Prettier Than The Rest." O Romney Leigh! I'd Rather Far Be Trodden By His Foot, Than Lie In A Great Queen's Bosom.

Suddenly, As Rare Things Will, It Vanished.

A Man May Love A Woman Perfectly, And Yet By No Means Ignorantly Maintain A Thousand Women Have Not Larger Eyes. Enough That She Alone Has Looked At Him With Eyes That, Large Or Small, Have Won His Soul.

There, That Is Our Secret: Go To Sleep! You Will Wake, And Remember, And Understand.

But So Fair, She Takes The Breath Of Men Away Who Gaze Upon Her Unaware.