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TO AN OLD GARDEN
Old-fashioned Garden where bloom for the bee
Sober sweet flowers,
For our whisperings give her and me
One of thy hours.
Sober sweet flowers,
For our whisperings give her and me
One of thy hours.
Here, where hath blossomed so many a kiss
Old and forgotten,
Give us a seat for the latest that this
Year hath begotten.
Old and forgotten,
Give us a seat for the latest that this
Year hath begotten.
Here, in thy paths that are tidy and quaint,
Presences linger
Like the songs written in ink that is faint
Once, by dead finger.
Presences linger
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Once, by dead finger.
Hollyhocks purple and marigolds red,
You will be living,
When, like the others, we two shall be dead,
No kisses giving.
You will be living,
When, like the others, we two shall be dead,
No kisses giving.
Therefore forgive us the rapture and thrill,
Garden that lastest,
While overhead fly the pinions that chill,
Silently, fastest.
Garden that lastest,
While overhead fly the pinions that chill,
Silently, fastest.
Give us the breath of thy sweetness and charm
Only an hour;
Ah, could I hold her with sheltering arm
Out of Time's power!
Only an hour;
Ah, could I hold her with sheltering arm
Out of Time's power!
E.
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