THE VESTAL
Oncea pallid vestalDoubted truth in blue;Listed red as ruin,Harried every hue;Barricaded vision,Garbed herself in sighs;Ridiculed the birth marksOf the butterflies.Dormant and disdainful,Never could she seeWhy the golden powderDecorates the bee;Why a summer pastureLends itself to paint;Why love unappareledStill remains the saint.Finally she faltered;Saw at last, forsooth,Every gaudy colorIs a bit of truth.Then the gates were opened;Miracles were seen;That instructed damselDonned a gown of green;Wore it in a churchyard,All arrayed with care;And a painted rainbowShone above her there.
Oncea pallid vestalDoubted truth in blue;Listed red as ruin,Harried every hue;Barricaded vision,Garbed herself in sighs;Ridiculed the birth marksOf the butterflies.Dormant and disdainful,Never could she seeWhy the golden powderDecorates the bee;Why a summer pastureLends itself to paint;Why love unappareledStill remains the saint.Finally she faltered;Saw at last, forsooth,Every gaudy colorIs a bit of truth.Then the gates were opened;Miracles were seen;That instructed damselDonned a gown of green;Wore it in a churchyard,All arrayed with care;And a painted rainbowShone above her there.
Oncea pallid vestalDoubted truth in blue;Listed red as ruin,Harried every hue;
Oncea pallid vestal
Doubted truth in blue;
Listed red as ruin,
Harried every hue;
Barricaded vision,Garbed herself in sighs;Ridiculed the birth marksOf the butterflies.
Barricaded vision,
Garbed herself in sighs;
Ridiculed the birth marks
Of the butterflies.
Dormant and disdainful,Never could she seeWhy the golden powderDecorates the bee;
Dormant and disdainful,
Never could she see
Why the golden powder
Decorates the bee;
Why a summer pastureLends itself to paint;Why love unappareledStill remains the saint.
Why a summer pasture
Lends itself to paint;
Why love unappareled
Still remains the saint.
Finally she faltered;Saw at last, forsooth,Every gaudy colorIs a bit of truth.
Finally she faltered;
Saw at last, forsooth,
Every gaudy color
Is a bit of truth.
Then the gates were opened;Miracles were seen;That instructed damselDonned a gown of green;
Then the gates were opened;
Miracles were seen;
That instructed damsel
Donned a gown of green;
Wore it in a churchyard,All arrayed with care;And a painted rainbowShone above her there.
Wore it in a churchyard,
All arrayed with care;
And a painted rainbow
Shone above her there.