<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</SPAN></span></p>
<h3>XII</h3>
<h3><i>Rosa Mundi</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">O life that flowered at the very top of the tree,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Redder than all the roses out of the South,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">This was the blossom colored and wrought for me,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Sweeter than scarlet bloom of a maiden’s mouth.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Fain would I climb, and fain would I reach the flower.<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Ah, but the tree was tall as the flower was fair!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Weary I grew and slept through the noonday hour;<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Winds caught my fate and strewed it over the air.<br/></span></div>
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