Parsifal

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Parsifal

by: Arthur Symons (Author)
from: Images of Good and Evil (P. 162)  1899

Rose of the garden's roses, what pale wind
Has scattered those flushed petals in an hour,
And the close leaves of all the alleys thinned,
What re-awakening wind,
O sad enchantress banished to a flower?

Parsifal has out-blushed the roses: dead
Is all the garden of the world's delight,
And every rose of joy has drooped its head,
And for sweet shame is dead;
Sweet joy being shameful in the pure fool's sight.