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GARDEN DREAM
They cried before my gate at morning-mirth,
"Come out and help us burn the weeds from earth!"
"Come out and help us burn the weeds from earth!"
But I was planting out my garden-close
With wands of lily and with slips of rose,
And their scented wavings made the air so sweet
That I could not listen to the trampling feet . . .
(Yet there blew a perfume from the garden-bed
That changed the evil weeds to white and red!)
With wands of lily and with slips of rose,
And their scented wavings made the air so sweet
That I could not listen to the trampling feet . . .
(Yet there blew a perfume from the garden-bed
That changed the evil weeds to white and red!)
They called before my gate at noontide-breath,
"Come out and help us check the dance of death!"
"Come out and help us check the dance of death!"
But I was dancing in a woodland ring
With brown wood-women for my partnering,
And fauns that fluted till the green glades rang,
And all I heard was what the wood-birds sang. . . .
(Yet there came a music from the wood-folk's flute
That made the drums of evil kind and mute!)
With brown wood-women for my partnering,
And fauns that fluted till the green glades rang,
And all I heard was what the wood-birds sang. . . .
(Yet there came a music from the wood-folk's flute
That made the drums of evil kind and mute!)
They cried before my gate at sweet of night,
"Come out and help us scourge the black world white!"
"Come out and help us scourge the black world white!"
But I was weaving me a golden gown
All strung with silver lilies up and down
All strung with silver lilies up and down
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