Denzil place a story in verse. By Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |
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Then sadly she prepared her to depart,
An outcast and an exile; first she tore
Into a thousand fragments, which she burnt,
The hated letter. With a sinking heart
She bade a sad farewell to ev'ry spot
She lov'd so well. The garden she explored,
And gather'd from each glossy evergreen
A dear memento—laurel, box, and fir,
Cypress and rosemary, and one dark spray
Of sad funereal yew, to which there clung
A single waxen berry; these she bound
Into a garland, and thereon she wrote
“This wreath of leaves was gather'd in the garden
“Of Eden;—to be kept for evermore.”
An outcast and an exile; first she tore
Into a thousand fragments, which she burnt,
The hated letter. With a sinking heart
She bade a sad farewell to ev'ry spot
She lov'd so well. The garden she explored,
And gather'd from each glossy evergreen
A dear memento—laurel, box, and fir,
Cypress and rosemary, and one dark spray
Of sad funereal yew, to which there clung
A single waxen berry; these she bound
Into a garland, and thereon she wrote
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“Of Eden;—to be kept for evermore.”
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