Page:The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919.djvu/183

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THE GARDENER
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And when the darkness muffles up the skies
Still to be happy is her sole desire,
She sings sweet songs about a great emprise,
And sees a garden blowing in the fire.