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IN THE GARDEN OF DREAMS, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I wandered in the garden of my dreams
Last Line: To watch, till the swallows fly.


I wandered in the garden of my dreams:
Magnolias shook out waxen petals that burst
Against the glittering upthrust of strong green leaves.
There were glassy glaucous pools of green-blue water,
And columned poplars broken in the sky;
And in the midst a sarcophagus,
A rosy and golden sarcophagus,
A tomb of marble and bronze for us
To watch the swallows fly.

Heroes and warriors in armour
Guarded our solemn rest.
There we lay together safely,
Stone breast against stone breast;
Griffins with clutching paws
Lifted their beaks on high;
And in the midst a sarcophagus,
An impenetrable sarcophagus,
A tomb aloof, alone, for us
To watch the swallows fly.

I see sometimes sunlight flecking
The warm curves of your breast;
But you never turn to me with a smile,
And say, "Dear one, how do you rest?"
The magnolias drop cupped waxen petals
Against the breeze, with a sigh:
And in the midst is a sarcophagus,
A golden, cold sarcophagus,
A lofty forgotten tomb for us
To watch the swallows fly.

At night the stars like great white swans
Swim lazily overhead;
The guardians, weary of endless dawns,
Droop each a heavy head;
The bat flits amid the cypresses,
But we sleep deep on high;
And we are safe in our sarcophagus,
Our deep pale-grey sarcophagus,
Our tomb in the twilight made for us,
To watch, till the swallows fly.





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