. The yellow book, an illustrated quarterly Volume 13 . The Rose By Henry W. Nevinson (A mediaeval citizen speaks) STEPHEN, clerk of Oxford town,Oh, the weary while he lies,Wrapt in his old college gown,Burning, burning till he dies ! And tis very surely said, He shall burn when he is dead, All aflame from foot to head. Stephen said he knew a rose-One and two, yea, roses three—Lovelier far than any thoseWhich at service-time we see, Emblems of atonement done,And of Christs beloved One,And of Marys mystic Son. Stephen 154 The Rose Stephen said his roses grew All upon a milk-white stem,Side by s
. The yellow book, an illustrated quarterly Volume 13 . The Rose By Henry W. Nevinson (A mediaeval citizen speaks) STEPHEN, clerk of Oxford town,Oh, the weary while he lies,Wrapt in his old college gown,Burning, burning till he dies ! And tis very surely said, He shall burn when he is dead, All aflame from foot to head. Stephen said he knew a rose-One and two, yea, roses three—Lovelier far than any thoseWhich at service-time we see, Emblems of atonement done,And of Christs beloved One,And of Marys mystic Son. Stephen 154 The Rose Stephen said his roses grew All upon a milk-white stem,Side by side together two,One a little up from them, Sweeter than the roses breath, Rosy as the sun riseth, Warm beside ; that was his death. Stephen swore, as God knows well, Just to touch that topmost bud,He would give his soul to hell—Soul and body, bones and blood. Hell has come before he dies ;Burning, burning there he lies,But he neither speaks nor cries. Ah, what might those roses be ? Once, before the dawn was red,Did he wander out to seeIf the ros
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