A soft “Aspetti!” stayed
Just where a tiny garden ’mid the walls
Its nook of verdure made.
And while I waited, was broke off for me
A bright geranium bloom,
And this blush-rose, whose richly-perfumed breath
Has sweetened the whole room.
“O Rosa Mystica!” I thought, and felt
Consoled, scarce knowing why;
It seemed that in that brief hour all my wrong