Ii.--The Song Of The Princess Beside The Fountain

My rose, or ever the three tears were shed I wished lie in its bosom, has fallen apart; Off their knapped golden hair all my pure pearls have sped Before their mid-ruby could burn on my heart. To-day is as yesterday; as to-day so to-morrow; But fallen my rose, pearls, tears, Fallen in sorrow. Or ever I woke it was sunset to-day; As fast flows the fountain, as fast flows away, As fast fall away My rose and my tears, my pearls and my sorrow.

IN HOSPITAL, January, 1916.