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THE GARDEN OF ADONIS.
THERE lies a garden in the westward hills,Compassed about with walls of mystery
And girt with an inviolable sea
Of silentness; and there no linnet trills:
But, in the witchery of peace that fills
The voiceless lawns, sleep unawakeningly
The sweet lost dreams, that there englamoured be
And may not pass those thrice-enchanted sills.
There have I laid my wounded love to sleep
And heal its dole among the unstirred dells;
And thence, methinks, when many a gradual sweep
Of years has purged life's passion in the wells
Of restfulness, my soul its flower shall reap,
Made whole and fair with many mystic spells.
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