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DENIED. I [THE LADY'S THOUGHT.]
It may have been—Who knows, who knows%
It was too dark for me to see.
The wind that spared this very rose
Its few last leaves could hardly be
  Sadder of voice than he.

A foreign Prince here in disguise,
Who asked a shelter from the rain:
(The country that he came from lies
Above the clouds.) He asked in vain
  And will not come again.

If I had known that it was He
Who had not where to lay His head:—
"But my Lord Christ, it cannot be;
My guest-room has too white a bed
  For wayside dust," I had said.