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 Seemed on the fiery water a flower afloat, So as a fire the mighty morning smote Throughout her, and incensed with the influent hour Her whole soul's one great mystical red flower Burst, and the bud of her sweet spirit broke Rose-fashion, and the strong spring at a stroke Thrilled, and was cloven, and from the full sheath came The whole rose of the woman red as flame: And all her Mayday blood as from a swoon Flushed, and May rose up in her and was June. So for a space her heart as heavenward burned: Then with half summer in her eyes she turned, And on her lips was April yet, and smiled, As though the spirit and sense unreconciled Shrank laughing back, and would not ere its hour Let life put forth the irrevocable flower. And the soft speech between them grew again With questionings and records of what men Rose mightiest, and what names for love or fight Shone starriest overhead of queen or knight. There Tristram spake of many a noble thing, High feast and storm of tournay round the king, Strange quest by perilous lands of marsh and brake And circling woods branch-knotted like a snake And places pale with sins that they had seen, Where was no life of red fruit or of green But all was as a dead face wan and dun; And bowers of evil builders whence the sun