so Say The Foolish!' Say The Foolish So, Love? 'Flower She Is, My Rose' Or Else, 'My Very Swan Is She' Or Perhaps, 'Yon Maid-Moon, Blessing Earth Below, Love, That Art Thou!' To Them, Belike: No Such Vain Words From Me. 'Hush, Rose, Blush! No Balm Like Breath,' I Chide It: 'Bend Thy Neck Its Best, Swan, Hers The Whiter Curve!' Be The Moon The Moon: My Love I Place Beside It: What Is She? Her Human Self, No Lower Word Will Serve.