The  passion  that  lost  its  spell,
The  rose  that  died  where  it  fell.
The  look  that  was  look'd  in  vain.
The  prayer  that  seemed  lost  evermore,
They  were  found  in  the  heart  again,

With  all  that  the  heart  would  restore.
Put  into  less  mystical  language  the  legend  is  this:  A
young  man  and  a  young  woman  loved  each  other  for  a  time ;
then  they  were  separated  by  some  great  wrong — we  may
suppose  the  woman  was  untrue.  The  man  always  loved
her  memory,  in  spite  of  this  wrong  which  she  had  done.
