'I mean to build a hall anon, br And shape two turrets there, br And a broad newelled stair, br And a cool well for crystal water; br Yes; I will build a hall anon, br Plant roses love shall feed upon, br And apple trees and pear.' br br br He set to build the manor-hall, br And shaped the turrets there, br And the broad newelled stair, br And the cool well for crystal water; br He built for me that manor-hall, br And planted many trees withal, br But no rose anywhere. br br br And as he planted never a rose br That bears the flower of love, br Though other flower's throve br A frost-wind moved our souls to sever br Since he had planted never a rose; br And misconceits raised horrid shows, br And agonies came thereof. br br br 'I'll mend these miseries,' then said I, br And so, at dead of night, br I went and, screened from sight, br That nought should keep our souls in severance, br I set a rose-bush. 'This,' said I, br 'May end divisions dire and wry, br And long-drawn days of blight.