kristel's soliloquy.
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Nor in the forest's wide domain,
Nor in my garden's round, I cull
Aught good, or sweet; or beautiful,
But all the more to dedicate
To service pure its gentle state.
Nor in my garden's round, I cull
Aught good, or sweet; or beautiful,
But all the more to dedicate
To service pure its gentle state.
True, in a corner of my hut
Is a little shrine, whereon I put
Fresh-blooming child;'en of the wood—
Forget-me-not and the solitude-
Shunning linnæa. Unto the same,
I consecrate.the winged. flame
Of columbine, and that which stole
The innermost secret of the sky,
The water-lily's vestal soul,
With the sweetness in the clover hived
So deep. This is in memory
Of one, whose love my love outlived.
And so, to steep
In memory all that I should keep,
Is a little shrine, whereon I put
Fresh-blooming child;'en of the wood—
Forget-me-not and the solitude-
Shunning linnæa. Unto the same,
I consecrate.the winged. flame
Of columbine, and that which stole
The innermost secret of the sky,
The water-lily's vestal soul,
With the sweetness in the clover hived
So deep. This is in memory
Of one, whose love my love outlived.
And so, to steep
In memory all that I should keep,
