Soon its transient lines will fly:
Time and Death with frosty fingers
Touch its blossoms, and they die.
Yet rejoice while hope is keeping
Watch upon her emerald throne.
Ere thy cheek is pale with weeping,
Ere thy dreams of love have flown.
The Veil Withdrawn.
Translated, By Permission, From The French Of Madame Craven, Author Of “A Sister's Story,” “Fleurange,” Etc.