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IN A GARDEN

(IN TIME OF QUIET)

Heart of my heart! it was only a bird
That flew to a cypress-tree;
Its flight was swift, and its song unheard,
And its colour I could not see;
But it flew to a tree which a Banksia rose
In blossoming garlands overgrows,
And right out at the end of one garland throws
A tendril towards the sea.
And this was the branch that the swift bird chose
To swing on, against the blue,
Just over a quivering cluster of rose
Whence its light wings scattered the dew;

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So my heart is at peace, and contented, now,
Because I had murmured this inward vow:
“If a bird should but perch on that furthermost bough,
I shall know that my love is true!”