FAR-OFF, most secret, and inviolate Rose,

    Enfold me in my hose

    the holy Sepulchre,

    Or in t, dir

    And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep

    Among pale eyelids, he sleep

    Men y. t leaves enfold

    t beards, the helms of ruby and gold

    Of the king whose eyes

    Sahe pierced hands and Rood of elder rise

    In Druid vapour and make torches dim;

    till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him

    Fand walking among flaming dew

    By a grey she wind never blew,

    And lost the world and Emer for a kiss;

    And  of their liss,

    And till a hundred moms had flowered red

    Feasted, and  the barrows of his dead;

    And the crown

    And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown

    D among ained wanderers in deep woods:

    And illage, and house, and goods,

    And soughrough lands and islands numberless years,

    Until er and ears,

    A woman of so shining loveliness

    t men t midnigress,

    A little stolen tress. I, too, a

    t wind of love and e.

    ars be blo the sky,

    Like t of a smithy, and die?

    Surely t wind blows,

    Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?