Carlotta looked at them wonderingly as Elizabeth put her arms around his neck and her head on his breast; but when he raised Elizabeth’s face and kissed her lips, she clapped her tiny hands and gave a crow of joy; for she knew that her friends had found happiness.
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Love planted my rose in his garden fair—
My rose of heart’s delight—
And he laughed with joy when he saw it bear
A crown of blossoms bright.
But the harsh wind shattered the petals red
’Twixt darkness and the dew;
What blossoms were living, what blooms were dead,