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In the great hall of Castle Innocence,

Hedged round with thorns of maiden doubts and fears, —

Within, without, a silence grave, intense, —

Her soul lies sleeping through the rose-leaf years.

Hedged round with thorns of maiden doubts and fears;

And all save one the thither path shall miss.

Her soul lies sleeping through the rose-leaf years,

Waiting the Prince and his awakening kiss.