The Garden of Dreams
My heart is a garden of dreams Where you walk when day is done, Fair as the royal flowers, Calm as the lingering sun. Never a drouth comes there, Nor any frost that mars, Only the wind of love Under the early stars,— The living breath that moves Whispering to and fro, Like the voice of God in the dusk Of the garden long ago.
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