All alone in a dark wild wood
By itself a cottage stood
No paths were there to the cottage door,
No garden lit the forest floor.

But around the door and window frame
Grew dark red roses, wild and tame
Rose and briar interlace,
But who could live in such a place?

The robin knew, as did the hare,
They knew who it was lived in there,
But kept it secret, for they knew
That bright as sunshine, fresh as dew
There lived a child so full of grace
No mortal man had seen her face.

T’was well were so, for none could bear
To gaze upon one so pure and fair
Without his heart within him break
And fall in love, and for love’s sake
Must die if he must live alone
His heart no more than living stone.

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