TO THE SECRET ROSE

    Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose, Enfold me in my  t t, dir And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep Among pale eyelids y. Your great leaves enfold t beards, torcill vain frenzy a of till a ed, and  t among ained il er and ears A  midnigress, A little stolen tress. I too a t  t of a smit  secret, and inviolate Rose?