59.
Gather all the four sides of the rose so that they are grapsed in your fist.
60.
Here is how the bottom and the inside of the rose looks like.
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night Had scarcely deigned to lie -- When, stirring, for Belief's delight, My Bride had slipped away -- If 'twas a Dream -- made solid -- just The Heaven to confirm -- Or if Myself were dreamed of Her -- The power to presume -- With Him remain -- who unto Me -- Gave -- even as to All -- A Fiction superseding Faith -- By so much -- as 'twas real --
