The Girl and the Anarch

Where shall we betake us when the day’s work is over?(Ah, red is the rose-bush in the lane.)Happy is the maid that knows the footstep of her lover—(Sing the song, the Eden song, again.)Who shall listen to us when black sorrow comes a-reaping?(See the young lark falling from the sky.)Happy is the man that has a true heart in his keeping—True hearts flourish when the roses die.