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 19 the ho to find. a stray petal or two. 70 as a I thought I should ask of thee- but Idared not the rose wreath thou hast on thy neek, Thus I waited for the morning, when thon departist, a few fragments on the bed. And like'a e leeggar I searched in the dawn only froz Ah me, what is it I find what token left of y thy love! It is no love! It is noflower, nospices, novase of perfumed the water. It is thy mighty sword flashing flame, heavy as a bolt of uw thunder. The young light of morning comes through the window and spreads itself upon thy bed. The morning bird twitterst and askom' Woman, what hast thon got?" No, it is nor flower, nor spices, nor a vase of perfumed water - it is thy dreadful sword. I sit and muse in wonder what gift is this thine! I can findnoplace where to hide it. dam ashamed to wear it. frail as lam, and it hurts me when a press it to my bosom. Get shall I bear in my heart this honour of the burden of pain, this 78