Excerpt from A Provence Rose A little slender rose, with leaves of shining green and blos'soms of purest white, - a little fragile thing, but fair, they said, growing in the casement in a chamber in a street. I remember my birth-country well. A great wild garden, where roses grew together by mill ions and tens of millions, all tossing our bright heads in the light of a southern sun on the edge of an old, old city - old as Rome whose ruins were clothed with the wild fig-tree and the scarlet blossom of the climbing creep ers growing tall and free in our glad air of France. I remember how the ruined aqueduct went like a dark shadow straight across the plains; how the green and golden lizards crept in and out and about amongst the grasses; how the cicala sang her song in the moist, sultry eves. 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.