IV
BEYOND this purple shadow glows
My golden garden loud with bees,
And windy grey and silver flows
Along the slopes of olive trees.
My golden garden loud with bees,
And windy grey and silver flows
Along the slopes of olive trees.
Before a sleeping flower uncurled,
Before the early winds were born,
I woke for joy in such a world,
And with the linnets shared the morn.
Before the early winds were born,
I woke for joy in such a world,
And with the linnets shared the morn.
Remembering love, I woke and smiled,
And heard the morning linnets sing,
And sang for love, and they for wild
Delight of song and sun and spring.
And heard the morning linnets sing,
And sang for love, and they for wild
Delight of song and sun and spring.
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