Frail the white rose and frail
Her hands that
Whose soul is sere and
Than time's wan wave.
Rosefrail and fair — yet frailestA wonder
In gentle eyes thou veilest,
My blueveined child.
Frail the white rose and frail
Her hands that
Whose soul is sere and
Than time's wan wave.
Rosefrail and fair — yet frailestA wonder
In gentle eyes thou veilest,
My blueveined child.