U IN PRAISE OF GARDENS tJ 



Passing, I leave thee, lilac with heart-shaped 



leaves ; 

 I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, 



returning with spring. 



I cease from my song for thee; 



From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the 



west, communing with thee, 

 O comrade lustrous, with silver face in the night. 



Yet each I keep, and all, rebrievements out of 



the night; 

 The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown 



bird, 

 And the tallying chant, the echo arous'd in my 



soul, 

 With the lustrous and drooping star, with the 



countenance full of woe, 

 With the lilac tall, and its blossoms of mastering 



odor ; 

 With the holders holding my hand, nearing the 



call of the bird, 

 Comrades mine, and I in the midst, and their 



memory ever I keep for the dead I 



loved so well; 



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