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 The roses, faded and gone by, Left ruin where they once had reigned; But on the wreck, as on old shells, The color of the rose remained.

His fictive merchandise I bought For him to keep and show again, Then led him slowly from the crush Of his cold-shouldered fellow men.

"And so, Llewellyn," I began— "Not so," he said; "not so, at all: I've tried the world, and found it good, For more than twenty years this fall.

"And what the world has left of me Will go now in a little while." And what the world had left of him Was partly an unholy guile.