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 The more she said, the fiercer clung The stinging garment of his wrath; And this was all before the day When Time tossed roses in his path.

Before the roses ever came Llewellyn had already risen. The roses may have ruined him, They may have kept him out of prison.

And she who brought them, being Fate, Made roses do the work of spears,— Though many made no more of her Than civet, coral, rouge, and years.

You ask us what Llewellyn saw, But why ask what may not be given? To some will come a time when change Itself is beauty, if not heaven.