tT IN PRAISE OF GARDENS U 



And the green was golden above her head, 

 And a sunbeam kiss'd her mouth; 



Sweet were the lips where that sunbeam dwelt; 

 And the wings of Time were fleet 



As I gazed; and neither spoke, for we felt 

 Life was so sweet! 



And the odorous limes were dim above 



As we leant on a drooping bough; 

 And the darkling air was a breath of love, 



And a witching thrush sang " Now! " 

 For the sun dropt low, and the twilight grew 



As we listen'd, and sigh'd, and leant; 

 That day was the sweetest day and we knew 



What the sweetness meant. 



FREDERICK LOCKER. 

 London Lyrics. 



Lovers in a Garden 



A maiden, in a garden, dreaming 

 Of fairy-prince and halcyon days; 



Her head, with sunny tresses gleaming, 

 Bow'd down beneath dim trellis'd ways; 



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