Rue Barrée, Chapter 1

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​⁠“For let Philosopher and Doctor preach

Of what they will and what they will not,—each

Is but one link in an eternal chain

That none can slip nor break nor over-reach.”

“Crimson nor yellow roses nor

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​⁠The savour of the mounting sea

Are worth the perfume I adore

That clings to thee.”

“The languid-headed lilies tire,

The changeless waters weary me;

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​⁠I ache with passionate desire

Of thine and thee.”

“There are but t