She who such dread deed hath done!
Two spotless souls I’ve rent asunder,
Whom heav’n would fain have joined in one!’
GREEN VINE LEAVES; OR, THE KING’S SLIPPER
Fresh green vine leaves hath the vineyard,
There found I grapes both fine and sweet;
So ripe are they—so highly colour’d—
They are saying ‘come and eat.’
—‘I wish to know who ’tis that guards them: