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AN ENGLISH EDEN
Roses
drop their petals all around
In that enchanted ground,
And all the air is murmurous with sound
From the white-tumbling weir,
So that all sounds or voices heard anear
Do half unreal appear.
In that enchanted ground,
And all the air is murmurous with sound
From the white-tumbling weir,
So that all sounds or voices heard anear
Do half unreal appear.
As one, half-wakened from a dreamless sleep
Is fain his thought to keep
Thus floating ever 'twixt the night's black deep
And the blank glare of day;
So in that Eden pauses life midway
'Twixt dawning and noonday.
Is fain his thought to keep
Thus floating ever 'twixt the night's black deep
And the blank glare of day;
So in that Eden pauses life midway
'Twixt dawning and noonday.
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