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[Alone along the garden walk]
Alone along the garden walk
The lady paces to and fro:
Beside her in their lovely prime
Rich-hearted summer roses blow.
The lady paces to and fro:
Beside her in their lovely prime
Rich-hearted summer roses blow.
Sweet songs above her swell and blend,
Far floating in the joyous blue:
Around her all is festival
Of sound, and scent, and form, and hue.
Far floating in the joyous blue:
Around her all is festival
Of sound, and scent, and form, and hue.
She hears the songs without a smile:
She greets the roses with a tear:
Her soul aches with a golden weight,
In this high lifetime of the year.
She greets the roses with a tear:
Her soul aches with a golden weight,
In this high lifetime of the year.
Within her all is one dumb cry:
“Let me too live, before I die!”
“Let me too live, before I die!”
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