THE VESTAL

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.


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