Excerpt from Rosemary and Rue This is her shadow, - nothing more; The eyes that wear no smile for mine, The silent lips that laughed before, The hair, without its wave and shine, This mask that shows no mark divine. How calm, and cold it looks at me; Her eyes were full of shade and sun, A look that rippled like the sea, Across whose breast the light waves run; A gleam, a cloud, a tale begun. This is the veil her soul put on To run the weary ways of earth; And when her fleeting race was won. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.