XIV.

Look to the blowing Rose about us--«Lo, Laughing,» she says, «into the world I blow, At once the silken tassel of my Purse Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.»

This quatrain is translated from C. 383

The rose said: I brought a gold-scattering hand, Laughing, laughing, have I blown into the world, I snatched the noose-string from off the head of my purse and I am gone! I flung into the world all the ready money that I had.

_Ref._: C. 383 _only_.