Of flowers and fruits that in his garden grow!”
The maiden meekly bowed her head; and so
She passed to death along the Roman Via.
A blooming boy, with hair like odorous flame,
Out-dazed the sword that slew her; the next morn
A blooming boy to young Theophilus came,
With three fresh roses and three apples: scorn
Melted in bliss. By crown and palm! we claim
To guess that fragrance, and are less forlorn!