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THE TIME OF ROSES.
I sat and thrilled from head to foot with a deeper emotion than joy.

Not I, but a detached self allied to the careering universe and having life in it.
'Violets are over.' The first strenuous effort of my mind was to grasp the meaning, subtle as odour, in these words.

Innumerable meanings wreathed away unattainable to thought.

The finer senses could just perceive them ere they vanished.