Avis, the fair, at dawn <br />Rose lightly from her bed, <br />Herself arrayed, <br />Avis, the fait, the maid, <br />In vestiment of lawn; <br />Across the fields she sped, <br />Five flowerets there she found, <br />In fragrant garland wound, <br />Avis, the fair, ar dawn, <br />Five roses red. <br /> <br />Go thou from thence of thy pity! <br />Thou lov'st not me.<br /><br />Adelaide Crapsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/avis-3/
